Hoop dee Hoo! There all these things I was maybe kinda going to do for New Year's but nothing was really jazzing me. Last year, Ohnson-of-Schwohson threw a birthday-New-Year's party and it was awesome and I was totally stoked about it, but this year nothing sounded fun enough. And then a friend of mine invited me to come to the yearly non-drinkin' non-druggin' dance and that sounded AWESOME -- a dance party? I've been JONESING (ha) for a dance party. And so I accepted. And it was AWESOME. An entire dance party full of wonderful, joyful sober people dancing their tushes off. With no scary people lurching around trying to grind their boners into your backs or freaky people pouring Cristal over the crowd. Just sheer, joyous dancing to all those songs to which one actually wants to dance. Enough with the virtuoso DJ-ing, man, just play me the greatest dance hits of the 90s (and who doesn't love the 90s, I ask you?) and let me shake my rump. Many truisms were yet again proven: nobody doesn't love Outkast! Nobody doesn't love Justin! And nobody, not one single soul, doesn't love "Yeah." AWESOME. I had a super fun awesome blast and woke up this morning fresh-as-a-daisy and ready to dive into all the work I have to do this weekend. Best New Year's Ever.
HOORAY! HAPPY DAY! CALOO CALLAY!
And todays it's downright tropical outside and as soon as I finish these scripts, I am so going to go get a pedicure because sometimes I need to let my inner princess out.