Sham. Rock.

Happy Excuse to Drink day! And as a properly trained sorority girl (actually I just enjoy any excuse to dress up), I am decked out in green. AND I broke out a pair of heels this morning. Granted, its not any of the 4 inch stiletto Steve Maddens that were mailed to me (yes, we had a staring contest this weekend. So far, they are winning but one day I am going to be a brave soul and rock them on the streets of New York, but until I have a desire to break my neck, they win the battle- but not the war) but its a clunky boot that gives me about of inch of self confidence. I forgot how much self confidence a woman gets from wearing heels.


and WHY does New York City have a stinkin parade on a Monday in the middle of the day? That right there is intelligently challenged if I do say so myself. Please please take a clue from my hometown (New Orleans)- parades are better suited on the weekend, where you can drink unrestricted and enjoy a parade (and a good ol fashion crawfish boil with some abita beer. mmmm. That right there is enough to make me want to go home- crawfish season). Even though the entire city spent the weekend on a pub crawl, its still a weak substitute and you should be ashamed of yourself. Screw pub crawls, you have the Uptown Parade on Saturday to enjoy with your crazy college friends on Magazine Street and then you have the family orientated parade on Sunday in Metairie. And Abita beer. 'Nuff said.

Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this day. I think Im going to lay off the beer and have apple martinis at my neighborhood bar with the hot bartender. Wish me luck!