Most days you will find me up to my thighs in boxes, but every once in a while I take a much needed break. Per wit: I had a fantastically fine time at Dave and Diane Legg’s Halloween Party. One cheap blonde wig askew, a black leather jacket and skinny jeans tucked into vintage army boots and I truly was one tough mother (lipstick! eye liner! nail polish!). Further emboldened by black lights, fine company and the elixir of youth (primary ingredient—vodka), I danced all night. Ten days later, my fifty three year old knees are still pissed off.
You go!! I’ve heard Diane’s Halloween parties are something else. Tell you r knees to take a hike!!
Diane Legg’s Halloween parties are EPIC!
Linnea
Wow, Yoko really is a bad dancer. Is that mean? ‘Cause I find it somehow reassuring. You, I feel sure, cut a mean rug!
Actually Cristina, I too might be a bad dancer (but an enthusiastic one). There is nothing in my swedish gene pool to predispose me…however, I can always aspire, and I’ve found a new role model…
Linnea
Oh yeah, and this too (inspiration):
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/11/06/breast-cancer-flash-mob-deborah-cohan_n_4227915.html
I think you have found next year’s Halloween costume Linnea.
Perhaps I have 🙂