Ah, the makings of a fun evening for a shut-in like yours truly: fun peeps (Jen-Jen, Mrs. Tool-Time, Auntie G, the Chazinator and respective spouses/significant others), wacky piano bar (I don’t think the words “Bullshit, Shut up Bitch, F-U” etc. were in the original version of “Margaritaville”) and two glasses of wine, two cosmopolitans and two lemon shooters in two hours on a relatively empty stomach and I was FLYING high! Woo-Hoo! And everyone said I’d be feeling bad today. NOOOO! I feel great! That was a lot of fun. And Duty was a wonderful watchdog. It made me laugh – all the chicks were like Wheeeee! and all the husbands were busy watching out so we didn’t fall down the steps or dance our way into a wall or something.
That was loads of fun. Truly. I spend so much cerebral time reading blogs, contemplating my navel and whatnot that I forget how much fun it is to just let go and fly. Thanks for the invite, Jen! I’ll party with you anytime!
EDITED to add two things:
1. Nope, no headache! Woo-Hoo! Must have been the combo of potent two-somes!
2. I loved loved loved that in the impromptu dance contest they had, the two skinny chicks were unceremoniously booted out and the chicks with some meat to them ruled! LOVED IT! You go, girls!