Is it really Monday? Really?Posted: January 23, 2012
The party was a hit. Can’t top a James Bond themed party with a live band and endless champagne. Plus the drummer is my boyfriend, so I got to spend all night making sexy eyes at him while I danced with old men. That night had definitely made me realize that I am not a champagne girl. 4 glasses in and I was lit and ready to dance on the tables. I prefer whiskey, or even beer.
Id post a picture of my ensemble, but really I looked like a hooker from the 60’s, and I wasn’t a fan of how my makeup turned out. I spent 90 dollars getting my hair and makeup done professionally, and it was just a huge disappointment. Also, it took 3 washes to get all the hairspray out of my hair. Waking up the following morning, I looked like a dead 60’s hooker.
As always, I was the first on the dance floor. I am always the first, encouraging others to pound their drinks and get on the floor with me. Finally, 4 songs in to the night, I got a few people to join me. But by then I was winded and was 90% sure my feet were bleeding from my God awful shoes. I’m certain it took that long because no one wanted to be the person to go dance with the half lit hooker.
The next morning, my boyfriend and I recapped the night by making fun of how other people were dancing. He never mentioned how stupid I looked. Because he loves me. And because I’d knock his block off. I’m not one to poke fun at people dancing because at least they’re letting loose and having fun; but if you look like you’re trying not to shit on yourself, I’m gonna mention it. Behind your back.
ANYWAY, who is ready for Super Bowl 46?! Giants? Pats? Who will it be?
P.S. – Tom Brady sits when he pees.