Incognito

Did the wedding thing tonight. Well, reception really. Luckily, we didn't have to sit through a wedding, too. I have to say, I looked pretty rockin'. I worked my outfit. And, yes, I did catch some guys checking out my ass. What can I say? I know how to strut in my heels. The best part of the whole thing? Most of the people there didn't know who the hell I was. I love it when people don't recognize me. I have entirely too much fun with it.

The kids had a blast, too. Made some friends. The girl tried to dance a bit. Poor thing has no rhythm at all. She got that from her father. He was the whitest white boy when trying to dance. We went to a club once and I came back from it with bruises. He managed to clear a space on the dance floor with his flailing limbs. He elbowed a few people in the face. Did he notice any of this? Hell no. I finally had to make him sit down. I told him some people were never meant to dance. The girl is the same. I'm hoping to reverse this while she's young. She claps way off the beat. The boy, surprisingly enough, has plenty of rhythm. He just has no moves. I'll remedy that. Oh, yeah, momma knows how to work it.

I did my shopping today, too. That was exhausting. We had to pick up a few last minute bits of clothing and shoes and do our food shopping before we went out. I got a limited edition cd. Medulla by Bjork. It comes with a poster. You know you're seething with jealousy now, J. The best part? I got it for $9.50. I rock.

Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll pass out. All of this rockin' is tiring.