The day after yesterday

Since the last time i got all Dr. Phil on you guys with my: accept the past, embrace today and look forward on life stuff, i decided to keep this one simple. So last night we went to this party. It involved a group of very nice people, some golden hit songs, some exes (see my first blog about keep running into people), some booze, some booze and well some booze. That combined with some booze, well, was some hell of a party.

The day after looked like this: headaches who probably have their own social security number in my head right now, pale skin with sags under my eyes (don't think the-black-stripes-under-the-eye-tour-of-duty-look will ever be a trend), funky smelling clothes (beer mixed with smoke and other unidentified sweat and liquor from various underaged boys and girls), some weird ass crusty, crispy stains on my favorite dress and the boyfriend still passed out in bed and last but not least: me with a big smile on my face and in my head..