The funniest thing about wearing this "sparkly shit" the night of New Year's Eve is that the next day you inevitably wake up from a night of drinking looking like a _____. (fill in the blank options include: crack whore, homeless gay man, drunk dancing queen).
Here's what I looked like getting home this morning:
Messy hair that smells like campfire. Check.
Giant sunglasses to shield eyes from any and all light. Check.
Borrowed t-shirt with ridiculous graphic print from 1994. Check.
Designated sparkly item in the form of a sequin skirt from Goodie Two Shoes. Check.
Awesome fringe boots I got for Christmas from Stella Says Go. Check.
Horrible taste in mouth. Check.
bonus points if you spotted my dog Boo in this photo
keepin it real in 2011
keep austin stylish