The Party...part 1

It's my party and I'll invite who I want to, drink if I want to, disappear if I want to...

Not that there was any lack of company (party estimated at apx. 150+), but a little part of me wished that life didn't have a funny way of keeping everyone busy at the exact same time. *sigh....

If you're reading about last night, then your presence was missed...if you just want a summary: well, no words are coming to me (hang over might be affecting that....hmmm)

But the morning conversation  is telling:

"Snapper" ask, "So if you're a pimp, where's your man? I mean, You woke up alone?"
I respond,"The thing about being an Empowered Woman is, NOT needing to wake up next to a man."

ADDITION: sent to me by my Marine, a nice compliment to this story, as well as the tunes I shall listen to as I work my butt off in Zimmerman, remembering,  OH YEAH---SCHOOL!

USE ME UP, By Filthy Children---Enjoy, I did.

http://www.filthychildren.com/Use%20Me%20Up.mp3