Party Pants!!

Columbus may have discovered America but I discovered my PARTY PANTS fit! As far as I'm concerned....that makes today a double holiday! Unfortunately, I didn't have time to get a presidential proclamation...


It was just one of those mornings.....my Saturday night illness seemed to stay with me all day Sunday, throughout the night and into the wee hours of this morning. I'm convinced it had nothing to do with my age or a newly aquired low tolerance for wine. And, just when I was ready to accept the fact that maybe....just maybe.....I am a lightweight, something happened. Something astonishing and quite exciting. Something that turned my life upside down and rightside up. Something that brought memories flooding back to my mind and warmed the cockles of my heart so much so that I shed a few tears. And, something that underscored my firmly held belief that being a lightweight does not take away my ability to party. You see, this morning, I fit into my PARTY PANTS. A pair of pants that I bought specifically for one of the wildest, all night parties of the decade---Angela's 40th Birthday. Now, for you daily blog readers--you will recall that it was only months ago that we celebrated Angela's 50th birthday. So, that makes these pants over 10 years old. Yes, fair friends, I am wearing a 10 year old pair of pants. So, let me tell you....if I could party in these pants 10 years ago, I could do it again today. If I could chug wine from a bottle, dance all night long, smoke like a chimney and not come home until the birds sang in these pants then by golly, these pants prove that I AM NOT A LIGHTWEIGHT when it comes to drinking wine, I am just a lighter weight.....
And...that's not all. Out the clear blue sky, my dear, dear childhood friend....the infamous and extremely fun friend, Debbie Dean...a girl that I have known since air, called me only moments ago, to commiserate about my Saturday night wine problem. Yes, she and her sweet and very lovely daughter...the mama-to-be Gretchen....read my blog. Now, Debbie knows a thing or two about consumption. Although she reports that she's living life as a 2-fer these days (she can only drink 2 French Martinis), she considered it her duty, as my forever friend, to weigh in on my situation. She is thoroghly convinced....and she has me convinced as well....that I have not lost my edge at all. "It had to be cheap wine,"...she pointed out. And, we all know.....Judi is no cheap wino. A girl who is wearing 10 year old pants---yes. A lighter weight girl---yes. But....a cheap wino....hell no.

Party on.......