Disclaimer: most of the confessions listed below were STRONGLY influenced by alcohol, friends, music festivals and vacations. These were the best of times and the foggiest of times.
Do you have stories from Holidays past? The hysterical, laugh till you cry & pee just a little? Sure you do, you’ve been to college, a wedding, a bar – right? I wonder if my quotient exceeds the acceptable level of “Remember that time you ______________?” I have always been considered an overachiever.
My daughter lives in New Orleans – dun dun dun…..let the parades begin
The walk of shame in NOLA consists of leaving a bar and stumbling into kids wearing backpacks and heading off to school – yeah, that means it’s 7:45 am. CUZ THE BARS NEVER CLOSE – THERE IS NO LAST CALL!!! This photo is from FAT TUESDAY – it would be difficult to explain how disgusting the sidewalk is in the French Quarter – think Ebola & sewer. So there I am – on the sidewalk, with a friend. Bleary & messy, aannnyyywwaayy , I am sans panties, because I fell, cut my knees and left my panties a bit damp, in the trash – so who needs panties anyway?? Not me, said the gal wearing a short jeans skirt & bloody knees. That feels like at least three confessions for only ONE Mardi gras.
I dance, anywhere, anytime without permission. I have been told my dance moves represent a cross between wavy-arm genie moves and Lorde head jerks, it is very fantastical.
Look at that form, and notice, there is not one other person in this photo. Coincidence? I think – NO. I am confessing to interpretative dancing – all the time, uninvited and awkward. I was asked to leave a dive-bar for not letting anyone else put money in the juke-box & monopolizing the area in front of said juke-box. This bar is next to the greyhound bus station. Let’s carry on
Music Festivals & concerts are my go-to vacations. I am a hippie/band groupie, at least I keep telling everyone that and if I write it in a blog-post, it becomes fact. That’s Normal
My campsite at Coachella, included Pocket Jamie and some refreshments to start the day. Everyone knows day drinking takes a toll unless you have stamina, and endless bands fueling high energy. This is a three day festival in the desert sun, ya get thirsty. My confession from Coachella has many branches –not the least being, I got lost from my hubs, for HOURS, he is still mad. We will be going this year with all my kids and two vans. Everyone is dreading Coachella but me, all of us sleeping in vans, in the HOT desert, surrounded by 20-somethings, drinking and partying 24/7 for four nights – what’s not to like?
I don’t feel obligated to confess details, of past Coachella’s or my plans for this one – so stop asking.
Then there’s Vegas a short 90 min flight to debauchery. I sort of remember trips to Vegas, it starts to resemble pieces of “Sweet, Filthy Boy”, thank you Christina Lauren! Not that I got married in Vegas – buuuut, that kind of “Hangover” vibe is alive and well. At least it is for me! I think Vegas is Disneyland for adults, so much potential for trouble – BOOM. Therefore I confess, but it’s stayin in Vegas – cuz that is a law.
Here’s me & Donny.
I don’t know about you – but I NEVER go to a movie or get my hair done without a to- go cup, or in the case of the photo, a bottle of wine each. Oh boy did we go out and show off our new hair – CONFESSION !
So as I close out my confessions of naughty, in the hope of landing on that Butt-Crack Santa list of nice: #EGBTT
See that Holiday glow? This is a work party & right after my photo shoot with Rpatz – I was a back-up singer/dancer for some lip syncing – confession
Where do you land, Santa’s naughty or nice? Are you feeling better about yourself now that I have confessed? I left so much out, maybe cuz I opened a bottle of wine…..oh stop it!
HAPPY HOLIDAYS all you FANGIRLS!
Written by Colleen
Book wife of JAMMF, always dancing, Hippie, Music & Concert Groupie- wine drinking, smut reading, Pop-culture & hair product junkie. Follower her on Twitter @nobil_colleen