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!