Shakin' my ass into the New Year...

It’s 2008 and I have nothing to write about. I don’t know if it’s all this celebrating or the New Year, but I am having a creativity block. So I cheated and posted lots pictures to distract from my lack of writing, muahahahaha!!!

I got paid New Years Eve to shake my ass, with four other girls, at a high-end party in the city. I felt like a celebrity for a night as we pushed our way through the crowd and people kept asking to take pictures with us. When we actually got on stage to dance, I’ve never had so many camera phones up my ass. I didn’t drink as much as I did over the Christmas holiday, which is ass backwards, but I did sip on some champagne.

I guess I was nervous about getting drunk, because at midnight we did a dance performance with choreography and lights in high heels and I didn’t want to fall on my face. And I didn't, yay! It was definitely a different way to bring in the New Year, but I had a surprisingly good time.

There was an EMT back stage (in case anyone got too drunk and passed out at the party) who was kind of cute. Every time we went back stage I gave him a hard time, because the poor guy was back there until 3 a.m. all by himself.

“Do these booty shorts make my ass look fat?” I quizzed him, arching my back. I know I’m a dirty little whore, but at least it made him smile.

We left the party around 1 a.m. and headed to one of the girl’s houses to get ready for an after party. I don’t do after parties, so this was all new to me. I usually go home and go to bed after the club, but technically we didn’t really get to party yet. So I said, “f*ck it, lets do it!”

We changed our clothes and went to the party, which was in an “exclusive” warehouse. We didn’t get there until like 3 a.m. due to a Burger King stop and laziness to get ready. By the time we got there everyone was pretty f*cked up in their own little world. The DJ was playing the kind of late night dance music that only an Ecstasy popper could enjoy. Couples were making out in every corner and Guidos were dancing off beat, obviously feeling whatever hallucinates.

There was a random guy playing bongos off to the side of the dance floor. I didn't even notice him until some guy leaned over to me and said, “do you think that guy knows nobody can hear the drums over this loud dance music?” Which made me laugh.

Still, we partied, danced and laughed, in our own mini posse. Eventually I drove home and watched as the sun came up…