And That Ain't What You Want to Hear But That's What I'll Do

Oh honey. I have so much I could tell you about this weekend. It was fucking action packed. But I am frail right now, bunny is hung over from cutty bang cocktails and a shot of vodka at the end of the night.

This picture, however, pretty much sums up everything from Friday at 9:15 PM until now. Really well:




See how that kitten-bunny is like. Messy and adorable and super, all at once? Like that.

And last night was definitely the height of it. The party I was working at was more fun than I've had in a long time. I had a partner in crime on the door, this sweet little blond girl, who was cute as a button and very sparkling.

But context changes everything. Turns out I am not the center of the universe, just one of a bunch of pretty things out there.




And when me and the other door girl were over it? Like. 3:30 AM and time to stop charging people? We were so ready to go, having personally greeted every single person in the room. There's something about that. You reach your limit and bounce, before things get more involved.

We went to Jack in the Box and caused a sensation.





I also worked on Friday night but all of the fantastic adventures I had there were replaced by the party after that so I couldn't coherently tell you anything else about this weekend. I think I'm still a little tipsy? At least I have pictures.

I'm supposed to buy a hamster today. I'm also supposed to do a full eight hours of work for my day job so that I don't show up tomorrow with a million things broken.

I'm rooting for the Cardinals, in this Super Bowl.

I can't get the song Seven Nation Army out of my head this morning, cause it was playing when I parked my car last night.

I think I'm gonna go back to sleep. Good morning.