"Are you a dragqueen zombie?"
"I'm fucking galadriel, bitch"
"She was green?"
and so forth. After a while I started making up new girls to be anytime anyone asked.
They refused to believe I was Oprah.
all I remember is that I flirted with a LOT of people that night at the sibling's birthday party and the other party I went to. At least I remember I went to two parties. I was working off two hours sleep, I would not have been surprised if a blue kangeroo showed up and would have probably struck up a conversation with him on whether he liked the pina colada mix or not. Speaking of which, tell that damn rabbit I found his gloves.