Feb 18, 2007 11:37
I had kinda a rough week, but most of what was bothering me was made up by the weekend. I saw Breach on Friday night, and I sat so close. I tried to lean back in my seat to get better view, but it was a losing battle. I still enjoyed the movie though, and I adored the company.
I wish I was bolder, but I’ve always been a more delicate pastel.
Who loves the 80s? I sure as hell don’t. Who could love Reganomics, the just say no campaign, big hair, ugly tights and shoulder pads? However, I do love theme parties and last night’s theme was the 80s.
The costumes ranged from Back to the Future’s Marty to punkrock kids. Karaoke rocked the hizhouse, because Oh Mickey you’re so Fine in the Summer of 69, and dude that’s the Power of Love.
At some point in the night a $300 dollar bottle of tequila was opened and by the end of the night it was gone. I ate too much, drank too much, and left my makeup on too long. I conversed with folks that make me feel good about myself, and I hope I do the same for them. I ended the night rocking out a little Guitar Hero, which I’m not very good at. I am but a noob amongst leet men.
I got home today at 10:00, oh how I loath responsibility when I reminded how much fun fun can be.