Nothing quite like being in an alcoholic haze for around three weeks. The end of December 'till the beginning of January is Par-tahy Central. We have:
- Christmas Eve
- Christmas
- The Best Girl Friend's Birthday
- New Years Eve
- Befana (Epiphany - Big deal here)
- My 3rd Annual 25th Birthday
Plus all of our regular nightly excursions. It's almost enough to make a girl hang up her stilettos and swap the white pleather pants for sweats and a nice cup of tea (note the word 'Almost') Highlights include:
- Drinking half a bottle of expensive Tequila as well as spumante brings out my Inner Lap Dancer. As I was attracting more attention than the nude dancers on the stage, the bouncer came over and asked us to stop having sex with our clothes on in the middle of the dance floor.
- Getting a swinging door slammed in my face and then having to give a friend first aid three minutes later as he knocked over a bunch of glasses, jumped on the Best Girl Friend, knocking both of them over and ending up with him landing with his hand in the pile of broken glasses.
I'm attempting a quiet b-day, but I just know it's not going to happen. I'll delve into the recent weirdness of my life after I recover from the massive fecking hangover that will ensue tomorrow. Toodles.
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