SO I completely forgot to writew about our Mardi Gras ball (I'll post pics later, lol I only took three) that was Friday night. I actually love going to these things, it gives me a chance to be girly which is something I'm not 90% of the time. So I have these hott ass shoes that I wore last year...they fucking killed my feet. I brought them along in my bad this year, just in case I decided to wear them. I finally decided on the black and white dress after putting on the red one (that has never been worn, that N hates) and another black slutty one. I had two pair of black shoes with me...the super pretty 4 inch heel ones or the OK 2 inch heel black ones. Guess which ones I wore...yep the ones that kill my feet. I tried them on in the room and thought wow they don't hurt that bad, um yeah until you actually try to walk in them. But I must say they made my dress, so I guess is was worth it. I'm going to the Inca's this Friday night, me and a friend of mine Krystal. This should be fun! Oh and let me just tell you about drunk blonde in the pink sequin dress. 1. full length sequin gows are awful...unless your a 70 year old grandmother. Never wear that again. 2. Falling down the escalator(sp) before call outs even started was funny...but not the best way to start the evening. I told Neil that we would have to look for you and your meltdown later. 3. Girls fighting is just trashy, and throwing up all over yourself while trying to fight is even more trashy. But kudos to you for not missing a beat, I mean damn you didn't even pause to wipe off your mouth! and last but not least number 4. I realize that one of your shoes had fell off but when trying to fix it there was no need to hold your dress up to your braless sagging tits...yeah we all saw what was under you dress...NOTHING! and it was gross not even the dsrunken lug next to me thought it was apealing (and I'm not talking about N this time) But it sure was funny watching you get carried out. Next time DRINK LESS!!!!! Overall it ws a good night. The rain held off for the parade even if it was storming when we went to leave and I had to run barefoot through the streets to get to the room (wtf were the cabs? I called yelow cab and ya'll had none dt...wtf it's mardi gras) me and my feet survived.