the only thing better than a cocktail party is a mocktail party, because you still get to wear a little black dress (and maybe a feather in your hair) and lean languidly against the wall, playing the part of a disenchanted 1950s housewife, but you can also take as many ginger whiskey shots as you want and not pass out, throw up or have to find a designated driver.
though, i will warn you, after knocking back several glasses of "abstinence on the beach," things can get a little wild.
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