Bras, Martinis and Liberals. What a Party.

There is nothing quiet like a push-up bra to make a girl feel.. just.. better. And I tell you, though my orbs need little to no pushing, and I now look startlingly at times like Kilroy - well. It's nice. As Sabrina pointed out, a new bra, ergo a new set, can give you almost an entirely new wardrobe.

I have to say, I've had a pretty lovely week, even outside of the new breasts. The media support I'm/we're getting for our "Responsible Drinking" events in the month of October has been outstanding, I have had two dinners with good friends, my hair has even been behaving. Ian had been here to prop me up on sad nights, and Tyler's been all too ready with martini's and home made pasta dinners (the boy has converted me to red-sauce), Sabrina helps with retail therapy and tattoo advice and a feeling of comraderie I forgot existed, and.. well, c'mon, Colin points out inadvertently that it could be worse -hell, I could be a 5$ Liberal.

Things - are good.