Tuesday, February 19, 2008

A New Definition of Class

This weekend I got drunk while wearing a tiara and watching season four of Gilmore Girls. I also cried a lot. I'm not going to state what's going on, as it's a severely difficult time for me, but I'm sure y'all can piece it together.

But let me state, for the record, wearing a tiara (and snowman pajama pants) while drinking a bottle of red wine may be the classiest I have ever been in my whole life. This also includes the time I skidded down a hill on my bare ass (was wearing a skirt. it had flipped up) in Napa in front of 200 strangers. Oh and then I limped into Wal-Mart and bought bandages. Also classy. My life has basically been an exercise in class and refinement but this weekend truly took the cake. I think I may start wearing my tiara into work.


Chuck said...

Girl, you so classy you sound like you were raised to be the next queen of England. I hear that she likes to get drunk and watch the GG, too.


AJ said...

I don't own a tiara but I will wear my sparkly Minnie Mouse ears and join you for a box of wine.

liz said...

NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE rocks a tiara like you girl. I've seen it with mine own eyes, and I may go blind from the gloriousness of it. (and gloriousness is now a word)