Rebel, Rebel

Oh girl, doesn't Daylight Savings just get your weave up in knots? I think it's 5AM, or 4AM, or shit, my tired twisted up ass is still awake blogging. Not cute.

What an evening it's been for this drunk socialite! I had a delicious dinner at Candella with my love, Miz Lisa DeLuca. Appetizers for dinner are totes delectable. Then, we headed to Rebel for the birthday extravaganza of Jeremiah, AJ, and Chris. First of all, the DJ was out of control. He looked liked Mr. Six of the Six Flags commercials (yes, the old queen with the black framed glasses, the pudge, the hands in the air cause she don't care). He played his shit like it was Dance Mix 1995...all the vintage hits...Old school Janet, Paula (pre-cracked out bitch phase), NSYNC, Spice Girls, and a 30 minute Madonna marathon. We were sweatin to the oldies. Whooo weee!

I'd like to give an extra special shoutout to Miz Roulie Zouzias, delicious dancing queen of the evening, who specifically asked me NOT to shout her out on this blog. You been punk'd!

Extra special Happy Birthday's to Jeremiah, AJ, and Chris!! I hope you all get what you wanted and that you get feverishly fingered to your colon's delight...all night long...Loves it.

And to Miz Rebecca, here's hoping you wake up with a rugby shirt strewn on the floor. I hear the San Francisco treat is quite tasty.