Me, party girl!

Amazing, I have been to TWO WHOLE PARTIES in the last four days. Two whole nights to forget that I spend my days wiping up poop and spit up. It was a glorius, if temporary, return to my former self. I replaced yoga pants and sneakers with fish nets and high heels. I drank beer and vodka and listened to loud music.

The two parties, incidentally, were both 40th birthday parties. They were nothing what I remember from my dad's 40th, which definiately did not include a disco bus or an art gallery.

A special congratulations to dear Brian and Guille, who are now gonna go and get hitched!