At long last the spinning has stopped and cellular homeostasis has (nearly) been restored. Having purged itself of a Friday night spent drinking and debauching, Hänni’s body is, once again, happy.

So, I attended a swank cocktail party this weekend where the night’s main activities included dancing ‘til my tootsies bled and tossing many, many adult beverages down ye olde hatch.

My dress of choice: Little, black.
My drink of choice: Appletini, green and mean.

And now, for your reading pleasure, I would like to present Friday Night, A Poem:

1 martini, 2 martini, 3 martini, 4
Hänni did a bad thing,
And dropped one on the floor

The crowd did gasp
Whence broke the glass
And Hänni had no more…

Glass that is, not alcamahol silly

Because, sans glass stems
Hänni made some friends
Who served with plastic cups!

Rock lobsters, lemon drops and buttery nipples, oh my.