I've got some good news and some bad news: Opening Night Edition


To file under S for Shocking:
My cute new sky blue, patent, quilted, peep toe heels were COMFORTABLE! Shout it from the rooftops! The impossible can happen!

To file under S for Stupid. So, so, STUPID:
When you ask the pharmacist "can I drink alcohol while I'm on this freaky strong antibiotic?" and he says, "yes, no dairy or vitamins for two hours before or after you take it, but alcohol will be fine" DON'T BELIEVE HIM. After having a few cocktails at the post show party last night (at a swanky new nightclub) I was the picture of a lapsed AA member. I don't even want to go into the details. It's too awful. Normally it takes the equivalent of a horse tranquilizer to get me so much as tipsy. And when I have gotten soused it was on purpose. Last night I was blindsided. Essentially, I RUFIED MYSELF. The Robeau, for the record, was and continues to be, a complete champ. Never again, people. My career as a debaucherous partygoer is officially OVAH!

At least my feet were comfortable.


  1. My imagination runs wild. I see you as that inebriated lady in "Holiday Inn" hanging all over Bing! "I don't want Ted Hanover. I like you, kid." Let's start the New Year right! Hee-hee.

  2. I love her! LOL.

    My coworkers say I was charming, but they missed out on the bodily functions portion of the evening.


  3. Tracey,
    I'm sorry, I haven't been by lately. I've been a bad blogger and a bad blogger friend.

    "I rufied myself" is the quote of the month, maybe the entire year. I spit out gingerale on my keyboard, and it is your fault!


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