So, apparently, I dont know how to party. The whole not getting [i]”sloshed”[/i] thing proves that.
I was thinking about it a little after I was told; and I was like – [i]”it’s true”[/i] (according to that context).
Then I got to thinking about how much I felt like I was being a complete fraud last night. I wasn’t wearing my own clothes, I was wearing makeup, i’d actually spent time on my hair. Sure, I looked nice, but I just felt like I wasn’t being me.
Then this morning. I went to church, and I partied. [b]I partied in the presence of the LORD.[/b] I was dancing and singing (“and movin to the groovin”) and thinking to myself… [b]”It’ll be like this and better in Heaven”[/b].
I can’t want to be there. [u]Where the real party is.[/u]