Celebrating the douching hour in a moon bounce!
But fret not, my e-friends, I assure you the douche-face and Blackberry-checking were done intentionally for the epic lolz. And after about six glasses of sangria, the lolz were easy to come by, especially in an effing MOON BOUNCE.
Now, who/what/when/where/why/how did I end up checking my E-mail in a moon bounce this weekend? Excellent questions. And although I know the answers to all of those, I'm going to opt instead to simply shrug and say, "Don't worry about it. What happens in the moon bounce, stays in the moon bounce." Well, unless, of course, you take photos.
OK, well, as you can see, nothing that exciting happened in the moon bounce. After I got done checking my E-mail, I proceeded to engage in an epic fail of a front flip and almost took a couple of children out. Whoops. Don't worry, no one was hurt, although when two kids bumped into each other and one ran out crying, I did instinctively scream out, "I didn't kick it!" which garnered me looks of scorn from random parents for: 1) Making the moon bounce crunk, and 2) Using the preposition "it" to describe a child. Again, whoops.
But, you know, besides all the crying and creeping that kids like to do (seriously, one kept creepin' up behind me and grabbing at my ass, although, really, can you blame it?!), I did learn something last Friday night: Kids are the best excuse ever to set up cool sh*t at your birthday party. Think about it, when's the last time you went to a party exclusively full of adults and jumped on a moon bounce? Exactly.
And as serendipity would have it, it just so happens to be my birthday tomorrow. Hmm, I'm thinking, perhaps, a giant moon bounce in the Rotunda? Yes please!
Mon dieu! This might be the most disturbing image I've ever created...
Outfit details: Shirt, Forever 21; Pants, 7 For All Mankind; Bag, Vintage.