omg. I had fun last night. I almost NEVER have fun!

It may seem to those who listen to me on the radio/watch me on tv that I am a good time girl!
Or maybe it doesn’t seem that way,
but in my real life those who know me (and love me!) would say that I’m not really fun.
I am kind, compassionate and a decent person most of the time. I wish others well and find the good in most.
Sometimes I am a bit of a pushover. I do like to avoid conflict.
I am not super judgmental of the variations of human behavior on the whole- I mean the clear wrong doers don’t make me smile but beyond the super awful, I can pretty much see anyone’s side of his/her story.
Yes, admittedly, when I get my delivery right, I am funny.
But I am too serious and moody. I am often anxious (usually anxious).
I rarely allow for fun.
It is like I don’t know HOW to have fun.

I don’t drink. I don’t use drugs recreationally.

In high school and the start of college- my fun activity of choice was Karaoke- often alone in my room.
Oh Gd. I’ve said too much.

On the occasion I eat for fun, typically I do it alone- I think cake eaten while I’m alone tastes better- candy and poptarts too.
Again, I’ve said too much!

I used to LOVE to dance at parties,
but then I turned into a self conscious grown up.

Well… last night Keith and I went to our friend Ivy’s birthday party.

is Ivy wearing Black Milk Clothing leggings?!

And I had FUN! I think I might have even BEEN fun.

Ivy decorated her party (BEAUTIFULLY!!!) with strands of sparkly beads, ribbons, candy and super fun warm friends.
I promptly stole one of the strands of sparkly beads and turned it into a necklace!

cool necklace!

I danced. I talked to friends we hadn’t seen in years. I laughed. I packed a bag of candy to eat in private at a later date!
Keith and I then went out to a late night dinner at Quality Italian in NYC and I had some chicken parmigian that looks like a pizza and WAY too much bread. We had such a good time I am only regretting the late night eating fest a little bit!

But highlight of the night had to be the Karaoke Ivy and her husband Jeff arranged.
I can’t remember the last time I let go like this. Really.
It was like she planned it for me…which she didn’t…but so what!
Here is a snippet of my hogging the Karaoke set up.
My husband says when I am happy my teeth come out.
Uh oh.

Thanks Ivy for including us. We had the best time. Really!
xo
Jenny

P.S.
I made a new treadmill video yesterday.