The Fabulous Life of a Dancer

The more you drink,
The fatter you get;
Plus it’s really hard to wake up in the morning!
How do you say “no” to fabulous events with dancers and choreographers from around the world?
Answer: You don’t––you drink more and worry about it once the festival ends.
#LifeOfADancer

It's My Birthday...

And I'll eat, drink, laugh, eat more and drink more if I want too!

I'll also probably be demanding and complain that I'm eating too much.

This childish behavior will most likely last for a week—and it started last week.

I blame my family for hosting a parade in my honor every year while I was growing up.

(The fact that the parade was actually the annual Blossom Day parade hosted by the city I grew up in, and my family "dedicated" it to me, explains my entire life.)

#DealWithIt! 

Dancing The Night Away

Dancing all night long,
Like I'm a twenty year old!
Advil is my friend.

A Cinco de Mayo Thought:

Americans love a holiday,
Especially one that they've invented that involves booze.
Margarita- rocks with salt.
Don't forget the chips and salsa.  Guacamole, too!
It's Cinco de Mayo and I'm a partying fool.

Indulged

I may have eaten too much.
I know I drank too much.
I'm certain I partied too hard...
I indulged for one day, and I'm sure it's going to cost me five days of hard work.
...It was worth it!

How To Party in a Recession...

Pre-cocktail party at my place;
Dance to some fun songs,
Quick stop at Cookies to pick up the girls-
(Maybe a few more glasses of wine...)
On the way to the birthday party;
Dinner before: Mc Donald's!
...what can I say, times are tough!

Question?

Should I be worried that I spent the entire day yesterday, with a drink in my hand? Or should I be more upset about the fact that I don't even have a hangover...

Don't get me wrong- I'm not complaining. I'm just not very proud that I have mastered the art of drinking all day long on a Sunday, and can still wake up Monday morning bright eyed and bushy tailed!

In all fairness to myself: I don't party like that every weekend... (It is my birthday week!) Plus, for every glass of alcohol, I drank a glass of water- so I'm only like 50% drunk...

Oh well, it is what it is! ...and I have at least another week of celebration! Don't even get me started on Cinco de Mayo! I'm just going to have to chalk May up as "The Party Month" and plan on getting things done in June!

Bummer!

Oscar night is here! ...and I'm not.
Well, I'm here... Just not there.
...and by there, I mean at one of the four Oscar parties I was invited to... Not counting the one I usually hold every year too!
Instead, I'm stuck at DIA airport waiting to board a delayed flight... And because it's Sunday, ALL of the bars at the airport are closed, and because not a TV in sight playing the telecast!
So, I'm just going to have to hold my own Oscar party at 3 AM when I get home...
What a bust!
Oh well... Thank God for DVR!
Party at my place... 3 AM! I'll make pancakes!

Late To Bed... Early To Rise...

Late to bed... early to rise,

Makes me cranky, evil and unable to think of something cleaver that rhymes with rise!

...oh, wise!

I usually love to get up early in the morning, however, it's not as easy when you party like a rock star the night before...

P.S. I think I'm a little too old to be partying like a rock star! ...Especially because I'm not a rock star! ...and I have to go to work!