Checklist for a book launch

Tomorrow I am having a book launch for my first book of poems that I self-published last year (this is 2019)
Here is my checklist of things to do and take before tomorrow morning.:
Books !!!!!
  1. Pens
  2. Speech
  3. Revise speech
  4. Print speech and revise again and print, check one more time…
  5. Select 20 outfits then choose one
  6. Buy wine for book launch celebrations to be held later in the day
  7. Paint nails
  8. Change outfit choice
  9. Remember books and business cards
  10. Water
  11. Choose shoes or boots to wear? Stockings - what colour?
  12. Change nail polish shade
  13. Find favorite lipstick and perfume
  14. Change outfit and buy a new jacket and pair of boots and another nail polish just in case and an extra lipstick
  15. Iron outfit, polish shoes
  16. Revise speech, print, check
  17. Remove nail polish and repaint in the new shade
  18. Group message everyone to pray
  19. Delete the message and send to a new group with a new message
  20. Change outfit one last time
  21. Put books, pens, change of shoes and jacket and lipstick, pens, water, tissues, dog lead, more water and pens, healthy snacks, diary, chocolate, not the dog, into the car tonight so I won’t forget it.
  22. Buy more wine
  23. Drink chamomile tea till I fall asleep but then stay up all night going to the toilet and double checking speech, ironing outfit again and repaint one fingernail.
  24. Sleep, get up, send a new group message and make Facebook, Instagram, email, blog posts…go to Book launch.
  25. Don’t take the dog
  26. Don’t drink any more coffee!
  27. Invite more people to the launch.      
Wish me luck and pray for me and sorry if I forgot to include you in any of my multiple group messages. Thank you.

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