So the morning after the wedding, I was so exhausted there are no words to describe. You know that borderline hysterical, everything hurts from the ends of my matted hair to the chipped tips of my toenails type feeling? Where you really, really wanna cry but there's no rational reason to do so? Yeah, that's where I was with it. But since it was my BFFs fantastic 44th birthday, I had to drag my ass down to APT to help her properly ring in another year. And lemme tell you, Joan Morgan is beyond. She was working the most scandalous sequined mini and wearing down the dance floor like it was the 80s. Shoot, if this is how good it's gonna look 10 years from now I can't wait.
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