Prinsessan Lilian bloggar 2

All right, all right! Don't take the piss out of me! This could've happened to anyone. This time it was my turn so don't get smart with me!
As you may know I've been sort of grounded for a while. It all started on the 10th of December last year when I was all set to go to the Nobel festivities. All dressed up and waiting for my driver to escort me out to the limo, someone, who shall remain nameless, turns up and brings me the news:

Gusty Thug: Oi Lil, you'd better take off that fancy dress. You're going nowhere tonight!
Me: Try to stop me, matey. I've already had two glasses of Champagne and I'm in party mode.
Thug: Seriously, Lil. You're too old for a day like this. I'll tell Dubravka to get you a cup of hot cocoa and some sandwiches.

I went bananas. I called everyone I could think of in order to get some support for me going to the party. No one listened. They just said I was better off not going. When I tried to call Vicky for the third time she wouldn't take my call. Bastard!

Not going to the Nobel thing was a bummer. Even worse is that due to these new rules I can't take the Gretchen, Dorothy and Sheila out for drinks every Tuesday night like I used to.
Or so they think. I've bribed my staff to look the other way when I sneak out of the back door, where a taxi waits for me. Most cabbies are immigrants and don't know who I am, but last week this guy called Mustafa claimed to have seen me on TV.
"That's right, luv. I'm Elisabeth Tailor without her wig", I told him. "Now be a good sport and take me to Operakällaren."

Last night things went a bit too far to say the least. Dorothy was drunk already when we got to the bar. I suspect that "flask of tea" of hers was something else.
Anyway, we started drinking heavily while playing a nice game of Gin rummy. After having my sixth Lime Daiquiri my vision became slightly blurred. Gretchen slapped me and told me to get a grip. Having another Lime Daiquiri will do the trick, I thought. Big mistake! I don't remember anything after that, and this morning I woke up looking like this.

Yeah, yeah very funny! Wipe those smirks from your faces or I'll come over and do it for you!
I guess I've got some explaining to do now. My hairdresser will go nuts...
Let's keep this a secret between you and me, shall we?

See you out next Tuesday!
Luv,
Lil