I am a fashion queen

Last night included making dinner with my sister and her boy toy, going salsa dancing with my bud Ethan and his girlfriend, and going to a house party at Lindsay's. After a week of 8-hour pottery days, I needed to get out.

Juliet quite enjoyed my new legwarmers... I have to agree, they kind of rock.

In related news, I bumped my head against Juliet's bathtub (dont ask.... just dont ask) and the closest thing to an ice pack was the soy-ice-cream she had bought for dinner. Healing AND delicious! (and, as this picture so eloquently displays, I have goblin-hands.)

The salsa club was the most crowded I have EVER seen it. Stiletto-ed heels sank into my feet at least 4 times. At least I got to dance with a cute Ukrainian doctor for 3 songs! I'm thinking when my life is back to normal (i.e. I have a job) I want to take lessons so that I'm not quite as dependent on a good leader. Or maybe not being a great dancer is a good thing... because then when I fall over during a spin I can fall into the cute guy's body by accident- "oops! sorry I'm so clumsy! Ohhh my what a strong chest you have..."