Had a fake ID at 15- was doing the party scene hard and heavy laughing with door men when my 21st birthday finally rolled around... I'm 26 now. Going out- just isn't my thing anymore. Same assholes different place each night. I just don't. I could care less-
But sometimes... When my girls rally and I put on my disco shoes and party panties... Here are some of the results (and I'm trying to be kind with the asshole faces I have at this point... I'll say that) but four bars, 3 dirty martinis, 2 vodka gimlets- a tequila sunrise and 3 red headed sluts later... Here I am at 5 pm the next day still complaining about my hair hurting. What an amateur I've become... or maybe I've actually just started to grow up. I'm hoping it's the later- but either way, sorry fashion monsters but last night I was a full blown party monster. Need to call my masseuse for an emergency session immediately... Sorry roxanne. Xx the party monster who still can't find that damn bottle of Advil... Asshole!
And two lemon drop shots... Good memory j! Xx
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