I put my new shoes on and suddenly everything is right

Whereas, today is March 1st and officially kicks off The Festival of Andrea
Whereas, we're kicking the festival off correctly with dinner with Sister Mary Kate tonight
Whereas, we haven't properly celebrated the festival in some 3 odd years
Whereas, we start the new job damned smack in the middle of the festival
Whereas, we have a crush that is keeping our brain occupied
Whereas, our favorite starbucks barista handed us our grande skim misto this morning while we were still 10th in line for ordering
Whereas, we had a good meal and even better drinks with Mrs. R last night
Whereas, we're still going strong on our eating project
Whereas, we've started editing our NaNoWriMo novel and feel it may actually turn into something readable
Whereas, CS and I reaffirmed our solemn swear that we were up to no good
Whereas, The Festival Month is also the month of madness and spring training
Whereas, life is generally on an upswing and so far it seems that the double-oh-seven is our year,

We here at VTB resolve to resolve to party our asses off, wear at least one lampshade as a chapeau, wake up in someone else's bed and be unsure of how we got there, belt out Bon Jovi at Karaoke even though our main shindig this year is not a karaoke party, play our music way too loud at our desk, drink way too many sparks, and be grateful that "pushing 30" isn't 30.

We here at VTB declare this next 31 days a Bachhanale of Dionysian proportions. It will be filled with laughter, grey goose and reckess abandon. Anyone who would like to accompany us in any or all parts is more than welcome. Nudity is, as always, encouraged, but not required.