It Only Hurts When I Party

As of the past few months there have been a lot of parties—so many reasons to get together—that I’m starting to get burnt out. There’s been theme parties, holiday parties, birthday parties; they’ve been at bars and clubs and houses and apartments for so long now that the only way I can remember them is by what I wore and I’m starting to even forget that.

Don’t get me wrong—I love a good party for a million reasons; the gossip, the clothes, the music, the drinking but sometimes I feel like I’m just whirling around so fast that I don’t ever see where I am much less where I’ve been. It feels like looking at a still life of dancing, signs of movement but frozen in place.

That being said—I’ll probably be complaining if there is nothing going on a month from now. Actually a month from now there’s still another party or two. I’ll be there of course but I’ll have to buy some new clothes since I never wear the same party outfit twice. I think.