Bear with me (or is it bare, that sounds yummy too), I'm sloshed.
Trashed, falling-down-drunk (stairs are my greatest foe!), I can't believe-I'm-hitting-the-right-keys (or the ones on the left for that matter), drunk.
Whhhheeeeeeeee....
Parades are strange animals. Today's setting: me, just little wild-haired me, with green sparkles upon me little face, leaning out the window of the Q92 van... Hurling lollipops at half a million people.
Leaning so far out the door of the van that somebody pointed out my bellybutton. (teehee)
Half a million drunken, happy, docile people...
...who when looked directly into the eyes and happily waved at do the craziest things...
Like snapping photos of me, or reaching out to touch my hand, let's leave the cheering, my ears are still ringing too much to think about that...
I've never seen so many five-year-olds blush, let alone adults...
All for a smile and letting them think they're touching someone important.
I hate to break it to everyone, it's just me...
And I ain't no celebrity. :)