Last night I had to dress up as a wench.

In Australia, we sometimes have these nights called "Dirty Dicks". They're held in a restaurant, or similar, and it's kind of like the movie Oliver. It's set up like an old (ye olde?) tavern, and we have to wear costumes. As if wearing black stockings, a revealing off the shoulder top (when I have no boobs to keep it up), a skirt hitched above my knee and a doiley type hat weren't enough... I also had to carve a roast.

I'm a vegetarian. It made me feel ill when they mentioned what we had to do. Luckily though, we were to get someone from the table to carve it after we'd done a few slices. Never again. Ever.

Oh, and then I got home and watched the third set of Mauresmo vs JHH. Soooo happy she won. I'm not a fan of the WTA but Mauresmo is strong and awesome (so she kind of reminds me of what I like about mens tennis), and she actually almost brought me to tears when she won the final point. Go figure. Allez!