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.