Happy New Year: belated

Army of Dad and I spent New Year's Eve with some friends who own a club. They got a package deal for hotel, limo and champagne, etc. and we had a ball. I had my first limo ride. Less than spectacular when we're all piled into the back of a limo clown-car style. But, still nice not to have to worry about drinking and driving.

Got myself a hoochie momma red dress in which I couldn't wear a bra. I haven't gone bra-less since before I had children. It was sort of empowering, I have to say. Hot Rod was at the store when I came out of the dressing room with my bra showing and he said "mom, there is something wrong with your dress." He was looking very concerned. I explained to him that mom would make sure her underclothes weren't showing when I went out. He was reassured. Didn't tell him I wouldnt' wear a bra at all. :) Then, I got to wear some "catch me, fuck me" shoes as LabKat calls them. That was cool, too. I don't usually do that either. All in all, a very nice evening. Except when my champagne flute was filled with falling confetti at midnight and I couldn't drink it.