On truthiness.

Note to self: four margaritas on an empty stomach is not such a good idea, as I am by no means a large person. Put a little tequila in me and I get all kinds of truthsome. Granted, I'm not sick this morning or anything, but I was in pretty rare extrovert form last night. Coworker Jason definitely had to help me up the stairs to my house.

Today? I'm feeling impishly giddy. And trying to hide it. Badly. I pretty much fail at anything involving subterfuge.

Tonight: Zeeba lounge. Hookahs, dancing, friends. Whee.