I've changed my stance on late night partying... I think I can handle it after all. Dad and Mom were brave enough to take me to not one, but TWO parties today. At party #1, I was a bit on the feisty side, but I adjusted to all the new faces eventually and even showed Mimi my latest tricks. Between parties, I screamed for 30 straight minutes, and Mom was starting to worry that party #2 might be a bad idea. But, luckily, we still went and I brought out all the charm. I didn't make a sound during the wedding ceremony and I flirted with countless ladies at the reception. The music, people and lights fascinated me so much that I stayed up a whole two hours passed my bedtime and was STILL in good spirits. Mom and Dad took advantage of all the hands eager to hold me and they danced, socialized and ate some pretty good-lookin' food (still jealous about that). Finally, though, my good tempers caved and we had to leave before the farewell to the bride and groom. But it's ok. I blew my own "good luck" bubbles for them on my way out.
-maddox
