We’re all just like Britney Spears down South
I told one of my party revelers from this weekend that I felt like Britney Spears on Saturday morning but by Sunday morn, I felt like her mama. I just got a text from one of my attendees “damn girl, you throw one fuck of a party” – now you know, we do know how to behave here in the South, but sometimes, every once in a Blue Moon or in this case a BIG FAT MOON – girls have to get a little of the wildness out of our systems. Thank god we stayed close to home to do it. If you discount the boat ride down the bayou under the big silvery moon I didn’t leave the house all weekend.