On Saturday morning, I got out of bed, looked at my legs, gasped and realised that I'd discovered yet another chore one should not try whilst inebriated.
Putting fake tan on.
I'm not the biggest fan of fake tan at the best of times and am certainly not a fan of applying it, but having a drink to make it more fun was not the best of idea.
My legs were covered in brown streaks - AND I WAS MEANT TO BE GOING OUT LIKE THAT!!!
It took major exfoliation, buying the wrong colour of "nude" tights and eventually covering my legs in FOUNDATION to get me looking half normal again.
So, along with drunken packing, drunken exercising and drunken cleaning, I guess drunken tanning is something I am going to have to the "No-No List". Sigh . . .
Anything else I need to add to that list???