Harley Christmas Party post-game wrap-up
Ok, ok, ok...
Maybe it was a bad idea to wear a push-up bra over my double Ds with a red plunging neckline shirt to the Harley Christmas Party.
Maybe the leather skirt was a bit much too.
Maybe I should have removed my high-heel boots before dancing to almost every single song. I have the feeling back in most of my toes!
Maybe I shouldn't have jumped quite so high doing the cha-cha slide in the aforementioned bra and boots. Perhaps the entertainment should have been the DJ and not me nearly popping out of my shirt.
Maybe I shouldn't have drank a whole bottle of Southern Comfort all by myself even though my step-son did all the driving.
Maybe I shouldn't have pulled that guy that was gawking at me away from his dance partner on the dance floor to give him a thrill.
Maybe lining up the guys to see who had the nicest ass was a bit childish.
Maybe I should have eaten the icky food anyway instead of throwing it away and going straight for the dessert table instead.
Maybe it was bit much to slow dance two entire songs with two different WOMEN... one of which didn't even know!
Maybe I shouldn't have told the husband of one of my friends "go ahead and look, they won't hurt you and that's what they are for!" when he was looking at my cleavage.
But then again...
Nobody got mad, I checked by calling or emailing everyone yesterday!
Cal and I had a designated driver.
We did win a total of $350 in raffle prizes (Cal won $250 and I won $100)
I got to feed my inner attention-junkie
The hangover was completely worth it!
and...
Even though I'll be 44 years old on Friday, It's never too late to have a happy childhood!
Maybe it was a bad idea to wear a push-up bra over my double Ds with a red plunging neckline shirt to the Harley Christmas Party.
Maybe the leather skirt was a bit much too.
Maybe I should have removed my high-heel boots before dancing to almost every single song. I have the feeling back in most of my toes!
Maybe I shouldn't have jumped quite so high doing the cha-cha slide in the aforementioned bra and boots. Perhaps the entertainment should have been the DJ and not me nearly popping out of my shirt.
Maybe I shouldn't have drank a whole bottle of Southern Comfort all by myself even though my step-son did all the driving.
Maybe I shouldn't have pulled that guy that was gawking at me away from his dance partner on the dance floor to give him a thrill.
Maybe lining up the guys to see who had the nicest ass was a bit childish.
Maybe I should have eaten the icky food anyway instead of throwing it away and going straight for the dessert table instead.
Maybe it was bit much to slow dance two entire songs with two different WOMEN... one of which didn't even know!
Maybe I shouldn't have told the husband of one of my friends "go ahead and look, they won't hurt you and that's what they are for!" when he was looking at my cleavage.
But then again...
Nobody got mad, I checked by calling or emailing everyone yesterday!
Cal and I had a designated driver.
We did win a total of $350 in raffle prizes (Cal won $250 and I won $100)
I got to feed my inner attention-junkie
The hangover was completely worth it!
and...
Even though I'll be 44 years old on Friday, It's never too late to have a happy childhood!