You know you threw a good party when you wake up and some one who wasn’t even invited has passed out on your couch. Oh, and I found this shoe.
I throw great parties. At least I think I do but that said, I drink at my parties so maybe they’re terrible and I have no idea. People keep coming back but it’s also not like I’m charging them cover.
But despite the destruction done to my home, wardrobe (apparently my friend and I bumped into each other and I was covered in red wine. White dress. Fantastic.) and liver, we survived. Fort the most part, unscathed.