I swear I'm not making this up.

Last night, my friend, Evan, had friends of hers come in from out of town and they wanted to go to a gay club. I stressed out about it all day, ended up taking some Xanax, and went out DANCING of all things.

The club itself was beyond fabulous. I saw my first ever drag show and it was pretty awesome. It was also really funny. The announcer had a stand-up comic act. And the costumes were amazing.

So, anyway, the Xanax combined with some alcohol helped quite a bit and after the show, I did successfully end up dancing - probably not well, but I still did it nonetheless.

Of course, today I'm absolutely mortified. *hides from world*

Have a nice day,
Kelly :)