But wait…she doesn’t have a code name! This bday diva doesn’t have a code name! Daisy. We’ll call her Daisy.
We honored our Daisy’s bday by throwing down far too many beverages at Scully’s, and it was damn fun. When women get together away from home, away from work, the conversations that we have are insane: piercings and pole dancing and general oversharing. I laughed and grinned so much my face hurt.
The most interesting part of the evening will not be published here, but will instead be tucked away for blackmail purposes, filed away…those of you who seem to think my blog is an intimate tell-all would be surprised to realize how little I actually tell in my little corner of cyberspace, how many secrets will never dance across your computer screen. It’s in the vault, on lockdown, until it’s needed.
Happy birthday, Miss Daisy…you are so very awesomely cool, glad to count you as one of my posse.