Sometimes I wonder why I bother drinking because I don't really need any help dropping my inhibitions. Case in point: here I am at my BFF's karaoke birthday party this past Saturday:

Something just comes over me. Hand me a microphone and... BAM... let the show begin. And all I had was a glass of malbec rose. BTW, the song: Gimme More, by Britney Spears. 'Nuf said.
Later.