Memory #…shit, I forgot what number I was on.  Anyway, here’s another memory for March.

When I was living in Atlanta during my prime party-girl years this was my party-starter song.  Every night before hitting the clubs I would put on this song while my best friend from high school/gay roommate would pick out my outfit for the evening.  He didn’t trust my sense of style and since he was a hair stylist and going to be seen in public with me I couldn’t go out looking like a hot mess.  So while we sipped on our white zinfandel and primped, we would jam out to this song.

Happy Hump Day!