I can still hang

Exciting achievements this past weekend. Drank 10 straight hours, having one meal in between, and only suffered mild hangover. This extravaganza involved a house party where the gays and the girls took turns whirling around a stripper pole in the living room. The evening lead me to my first WeHo gay club experience where I got to dance the night away w/ out the worry of bad dancing sleezy dudes trying to thrust their pelvis in every chick the dance floor. Instead it's just me and the G's, dancing the night away and letting go every inhibition. Because it just doesn't matter! By the way, why can't God make the straight ones hot and rhythmically capable?
Peeled myself off of my friend's couch at 6am and stopped by the grocery store to pick up pasta salad ingredients for the Sunday Funday picnic I was hosting in a matter of hours. Now THAT is a big girl move. I can party my ass off and still host a proper picnic. I'm almost ready to be a big girl. Almost.