02.13.04 :: 10:00 am
Last night Mr. M and I enjoyed five or six Jamesons apiece and then stumbled drunkenly into a photobooth.
Photobooth are like karaoke. It's only fun if you're totally smashed.
I'm pooped this morning, but luckily not hungover. And for the first time in ten years or so, I'm wearing dangly earrings.
Hold me back, kids, I'm all ka-raaazy.