Ok, maybe a little. Don't judge.
Either way, I hope you know who Yma Sumac is. Because that's essential.
My girls and I usually get together every Sunday to watch True Blood or Flight of the Conchords or something else not gotten via cable. We drink wine and talk shit and what have you.
The last couple of Sundays have been impromptu parties that include sig. others and they get huge and loud and drunken. Tonight's was no exception.
See exhibit A.
Consumed by a small group of people, plus some beer and vodka, and what you get is impromptu salsa dancing to Yma Soumac. I'm telling you.Anyway, what I'm trying to say without any spelling mistakes is that there's never any reason to dread a Sunday if you've got lots o' wine and Marc Bolan on your ipod ready to burst forth,
I hate myself right now, so I'm gonna go ahead and take off. Please just refer to the cutsieness of the previous post and pretend that this one didn't happen.
kara out.
