Time for Detox

Mardi Gras was really fantastical.
I got so many treasures...like a pirate hat (thank you Elizabeth), and a plush Saints spear, and a so many things that light up!

Except for Bacchus when I had to almost get into a fight with these two raging cunt beasts.
Ugh.
I don't want to even get into it.
It angers me to think about them.

Between the last three weeks of Saints Super Bowl madness, and parades galore.
I'm tired.
I'm too old for all this stuff.
I still can barely speak.
Which I guess is good because to get a smooth, clear speaking voice I have to talk real low in my register which is perfect for Iguana rehearsals.

My birthday is this weekend.
I'm pretty excited.
I think birthdays are so important and awesome.
I also believe that should be celebrated for no less than a week, and up to one month!
I'm sad I couldn't have my prom...but alas, if I make it to 30 I'll have one then.
Because nothing says "I'm an official grown up" like taffeta and spiked punch.

Yeargain and I have back to back birthdays so we like to celebrate together some years.
So this weekend will be Delachaise on Saturday for me, and hibachi on Sunday for him.
For some reason he thinks it will be tons of fun to have shrimp thrown in our mouths.
So yeah...
BOYD/YEARGAIN BIRTHDAY BASH should be fun times.
Text me if you want to play anytime with us.

And now I'm sleepy.
And I'm at work, and have to be awake.
And then I have to go to rehearsal, and be active.
Ugh.



Hush.
Let me whine.
It's my birthday week!