For the princess inside...

This is another article I wrote some time ago. I actually did throw a princess party...perhaps it time for another one. Hmmmm....

I’d like to tell you a story.  Once upon a time (20 years ago) in a kingdom far, far away (three states over), lived a happy little girl.  She lived with her adoring family and had lots of fun.  She loved Barbie dolls, princess dresses, and fairy wands.  As the little girl grew up, her interests changed.  Her tastes now included men with muscles, designer handbags, and tequila.  So she married a prince, popped out two kids, and lived happily ever after.  The end.
I heard this story and it got me thinking.  Didn’t the tequila-shooting woman still have a little girl inside that wanted to wear fairy wings and sparkly lip balm?  And if I felt that way… did other women?  Perhaps, inside every mortgage-paying, dinner cooking soccer mom was a fairytale princess waiting to burst forth in a shower of pixie dust.  So, I decided to put my theory to the test.  A few years ago, I threw a “Princess Party.”  All attendees were women between the ages of twenty-five and thirty-two.  Upon arrival, all the ladies were given a tiara, magic fairy wand, and had their own fairy makeup applied.  They were treated to a candy table, stocked with an array of Smarties, chocolates and skittles.  And because this shindig was hosted by yours truly, all princesses politely sip purple vodka punch.  Of course, as the night progressed the “sipping” turned into gulping and “politely” became somewhat sloppy.  But, moving on… all in all the night was a complete success.  Everyone was smiling and felt girly and silly.  I learned alot that night about women in general.  I think most women have forgotten how fun it was to brush My Little Pony’s blue hair because they’re so preoccupied with the electric bill and jogging their asses off because their husbands think Megan Fox’s ass is sexy (Honestly… let it go, gentlemen.  We all know she’s a freak of nature).
My point is, ladies, remember who you are and where you came from.  Buy a pink feather boa to wear while watching tv at night or put a pink flower barrette in your hair.  Enjoy the little girl you still have inside.  Let her sing and jump rope.  As for me, I’m loving my sparkling pink lip balm and hoping someone will make a juicebox with vodka inside.

My favorite little troublemaker