against my better judgement

I went to a masquerade ball last night, despite being slightly sick and having called in on two days of work.  The party was fantastic - champagne and masked ladies everywhere, but this morning I woke up with a gigantic cough and a fever.

Me & my roommate

Me & the boyfriend

Faux arrival

Now I'm hoping my 13 hours of sleep will help me get better and that my dance instructor will let me sit on tomorrow's class.

Oh - and when we got home last night at midnight, I suppose we were being noisy (for the first time in what - a year?), and our new neighbor came over to bitch at us, demand a cigarette, and tell us that "speed kills".  What?  Next time she can move her own damn dryer and buy her own damn cookie pans, because we're not being nice to her anymore!