Wasn't that a party!

Saturday night was devoted to Apple Pie Shooters and dancing and it was AWESOME!!!

You know it's a good party when you come out of it with soundbites. You know... the funny one liners that crack up anyone that was there but makes absolutely no sense to anyone that wasn't?

Here is a sampling:

I like sausage!
Is that your armpit?
Twelvety-five.
I will kiss you twelvety-five times on your cheek. (then points to forhead, and slowly corrects to cheek)

I know there is more, but I'm drawing a blank right now. I'll edit more in as I'm reminded.

Sunday was recovery. It is entirely possible that I was still drunk in the morning, because I felt great! And with the amount of shots I had... that should have not been the case. So, when hangover hit, around 4pm, I was a hurtin unit. And the only thing that could save me was sushi. Thank god for sushi. It really is a hangover miracle, isn't it?

I'm going to the Merritt Mountain Music Festival this weekend, and am STOKED. I have bought my booze, and have a line on my other festivity greenery, and will be intoxiCATED in the river come Friday. NICE.

I refuse to step on a scale right now, because I know it's bad. But I don't want that number in my head when I head out to Merritt in a bikini top. Numbers make me feel bad. The mirror is being nice to me, so I'm going to go with that, damn the consequences, and come back to a whole new view on life and back to balance.

I will be on vacation. I will enjoy it. I will drink and smoke my face off. And then I will be responsible again. And I will focus on my health again. And I will lose the few pounds that living in excess for a couple of weeks puts on. And I will enjoy myself in all areas of this journey.

Because that is what life is about.

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