Halloween last night. Well, not actually, but we decided to celebrate last night. I love Halloween; I've always loved everything about it. In the morning, I carved my pumpkin while watching Liverpool play (they won, which should have been a good omen). Then went shopping for component costume parts and Halloween decorations with Leela. I went as Alice in Wonderland (blue skirt, blue tank top, black shoes, black headband, white pinafore) and Leela went as my White Rabbit. We had people over, whereupon I cracked open a bottle of champagne for myself and Leela, but mostly for myself. Then went out to some party with the girls and danced our asses off. It was pretty funny considering that every dude there was like "four girls! i must hit on them!" like we were missing something by not having male company. Also, these guys were the biggest douchebags.
I love champagne drunk. It's one of my favourite drunks, right up there with Gin and Tonic drunk and Jack and Diet Coke drunk. Champagne drunk is in a class of it's own: it makes me giggly, and hair twirly, and kind of makes me feel like a housewife from the 50's. It makes me want to shake my ass when I dance, and kiss everyone on the cheek and cuddle with them. It makes me docile, agreeing with everyone in a fuzz of pretty lights and a spinny head. It makes me feel like I'm in a musical and everyone is about to burst into song and choreographed dance any second. It typically gives me the biggest headache the next day, however, so the best thing to do after champagne drunk is eat as much as possible and then take three Advils and go to bed.
