Does it make me a terrible person to have cancelled out on date night for tonight's season premiere of The Jersey Shore? My friends and family support my decision wholeheartedly, and my cousin and I have decided to throw our own Seaside soiree, minus the guys. After all, who needs them when we get the pleasure of absorbing an entire hour's worth of Ronnie, Mike and Pauly's twelve-packs? Coors Light not included.
In a recent conversation with my cousin, we discussed the single most important quality we look for in our guys: The ability to look past and lovingly accept our wacky quirks and interests. Much like the Kardashian Klan, if you can tolerate our oddball antics, you're a keeper-for-lifer. Cue scene tonight: Mandatory JS party elements? We invite the whole crew to take part in our festivities: The boys will don the Snooki poof as best they can; some plan to party in full-on JWoww garb, and I will be summer-glowing, for sure. But we all, rest assured, will be feasting on a whooooole lot of prime Italian meat (from Quiznos, pervs!) and beating up those good old dirty beats. Can you say... Party's here!
Are you celebrating tonight as well? Hope so!
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