Last night I had my small gathering to help me drink all of the bottles of bubbly I have stashed in my fridge and hither and yon throughout my apartment.
When I say it was a blowout with just eight of us, it was an utter BLAST! I’m so happy that it was girls-only because we were able to talk absolutely openly and freely about anything and everything…things including (but not limited to) what happened during the year, politics, parties, peeing our pants, poop, dicks, lots and lots of sex talk, and fashion.
The eight of us went through at least 10 bottles of champagne, and the party went well into the wee hours of the night - we all ended up taking our shoes off and dancing, dancing, dancing with wild abandon to George Michael, Prince, and anything else that we felt like could use our drunk singing accompaniment. We were loud and obnoxious, I mean I’m actually surprised we did not get a noise complaint. The party finally ended at 2:30 am, and I think it’s only because I was laying on the floor taking all of my jewelry off and maybe even closing my eyes from time to time while Cindy and Irms discussed the technicalities and intricacies of anal sex.
Words (and pictures) can’t even describe how much joy I felt having those women over at my place drinking, eating, dancing, singing and merrymaking. Pure and absolute LOVE.
Speaking of, I need to take a quick power nap and then walk the dog and THEN get ready to do it all over again at Allison’s birthday bash to end all birthday bashes!
Love and more love!
xox,
GS
Loading comments...