Visiting the Big Schmoke.

There was a time when no planning went into my visiting people, I threw however many outfits into a bag, make up wipes, make up, phone charger and off. Now that I'm a big girl and have a severe amount of time on my hands however, this has changed. My current impending trip to visit the Boyf in Dublin is taking far too long to pack for. Things are not as simple as they were.
My Student Travel Card no longer lives in my purse, for one, it seems, and this has lead to over two hours of searching. And to no avail. I can't get another because, alas, I am no longer a student. Sad face. I uprooted the big black sack in my room (full of 'clean' rubbish - old bits and bobs not fit for charity and that cannot be recycled- after Project clean away five years of College) and emptied it into another black sack. I found a fiver, but no travel card. Happy face, followed by Super duper sad face.
Also, the fact that my wardrobe is more extensive than ever has lead to the dilemma of what to bring. Boots are a must, because of the rain. Therefore clothes that go into the boots are staple.
So with clothes half sorted, and cleanser, toner, moisteriser, make up (including new No7 Exceptional Definition Mascara that was only €9 with my €7.50 voucher plus free eye shadow palette which I love - green, gold, dark shimmering brown and purple) and all things beauty related organised, I get a call from the Boyf saying his friend and his Girlf are cooking us dinner Saturday night. Eeeek. I've never met this particular friend before, nor his Girlf...and now they're cooking for us!
This is something I wouldn't think twice about springing on Himself, but it's totally different the other way around. Four years ago in this situation I would not have panicked because I wouldn't have had time to. Not that I'm panicking, really, just wondering how it will go, will they like me, what will I wear, etc. The usual wonderings in a situation like this.
And then a thought hits me. Yes, right now, a thought has just hit me. I will wear my fabulous, bargaintastic new clogs with heels, purchased today for €30 in Topshop (I had a €20 voucher so they were a tenner - cha-ching!).

So now I'm delighted. I'm not only looking forward to seeing my beloved, but also to wearing my favourite new shoes. Result.