Last night I went to a party hosted by the Fabulous Oni, at the Spot on Amsterdam.  The theme was Pin Ups and Sex Kittens.

Parners in Crime:  Laura “Cookie” Cook, Paul “Cash Only” Ferguson

Wayyyyyy too much fun.  How can you not enjoy dressing up?

Oh, and there was Highlander and Tater Tots afterwards. Happy Birthday to me!

Shiny!

Birthdays…

It’s two days after my actual birthday, but it’s Saturday morning and thus still a vital part of the “Natal Month Festivities,” and I don’t have to work today–therefore, I should be lying on the couch or buried under a mound of pillows in my bed, nursing a hangover and planning the next phase of the celebration.  Instead, I was up at 9, scrubbing my stovetop for no apparent reason other than it seriously needed it.

I can’t blame demonic possession, there has been no mezcal.

What has happened to me?  Does growing up have to make you boring?And…and…tidy?

::shudders::