Friday, January 01, 2010

Happy New Year, darlings.

The bad news? My feet may never be the same after 6 hours of booty shaking in brand new stilettos.

The good news? Two Grey Goose martinis and only one glass of champagne all night long means no broken head this morning.

Does this mean I’m growing up? Crap.


Polyorchnid Octopunch said...

If it's vodka, it's not a martini, merely a martini-like beverage.

Dr.Dawg said...

brand new stilettos

Is it too much to expect a pic?

Happy New Year, LuLu!

philosoraptor said...

On a completely unrelated note, I direct anyone interested in reading the most waffling, apologetic non-answer of a simple moral question to RKBalls (i.e., The Way the Ball Bounces') post here, in reference to my very simple question about whether he would kill if God commanded it.

If nothing else, he is incredibly adept at avoiding any sort of cognitive dissonance.

stageleft said...

So that's why I'm in the shape I am today.... last night there was a strange disturbance in the force as a result of someone not holding up their end of the new years drinking compact and I was compelled by my dark master to shoulder their burden.

-- it hurts.

Romantic Heretic said...

Happy New Year Lulu.

Me? I was sober as a judge. Drinking tonight though.

LuLu said...

Poor, poor Stage ;-)

Kelseigh said...

Growing older and growing up are two very different things.

I should know.

stageleft said...

Please don't grow up Lulu - the grownups I know don't seem to have much fun at all.

sooey said...

I distinctly remember saying, "okay, but just one". It gets blurry after that.

Dave said...

" brand new stilettos"

Nope! If you were all grown up you would have broken those things in on a mountain hike. :)

Stage. There was a disturbance in the force last night. It was coming from the winery down the road.