respect the party

Music: Supertramp: Crisis? What Crisis? (1975)

Last night we got downright witchy at Chez Juice for the Walpurgisnacht/birthday bash/end of year throw-down. If my fuzzy head is any measure, a good time was had. And let it be said: Dana Cloud is a PARTY MACHINE. I'm serious. My girl can write an essay, form a protest, jet off for guest talks, and still bring it on home! And goddamn: Jaime Wright can wear some effin' shoes! There was dancing. There were free of charge Joshie Juice Long Island Iced Teas for all! There was much making merry. Now, there is a lot of cleaning up to do, but I wrote the day off. I would really, really like a Bloody Mary from Opal Divine's; they make the absolute best Bloody Mary ever. But I'm afraid to drive. I think I will have a fridge beer du jour special, watch a bad movie, and call it a day. Cleaning, like Heaven, can wait.

A gallery of last night's shenanigans is here. This morning's afternoon's post title is inspired by this kick ass anthem by The Glamour.