Golly. It was a fun time. I had too much wine. Most hysterically, up on the dance floor singing and dancing to "Everybody Wants You" (I decided that Billy Squier is very underrated...especially when you've had three champagnes and three red wines.) Anyhow, I was dancing with my peeps, and there was an audible pop in my hip. Audible, I tell you. I sat down and now I can hardly walk. Holy cats. Thank goodness I'm so well medicated. And did I tell you that really, I've got the best husband in the world? I do. And what a nice celebration. I worried so much, but really, it is done. They are in love. They'll take it from here. Dang. I am really drunk. And did I tell you, I really hurt myself? And further more, for all the craziness in my generation, the nieces and the nephews and my kids...they are really good people. Really. Don't know how that happened.
I'm drunk, I think. And I hurt myself. But man. It was a fun night.
And now I got the hiccups.
How funny is that?