I decided to harness my waking-up-at-4 PM energy and go out again tonight. I went out dancing, which was a mistake from the beginning. The extent of my dancing is the off-beat headbob and the sprinkler. It was pretty much what I expected with one exception: the bathroom. They had guys to open the stall door for you, pump the soap pump, and turn the water on. And they had mints.
I did, however, have an intersting drink called "The Fat Black Pussycat" which was also the name of the club. It was black, with a cherry, and it tasted like childhood in a glass.
I put this photo up because it was the one I looked best in. The guy in the photo is Robert (I think). I'm not good with names.
2 comments:
girls night out with a guy?
you should've given that guy who opened your stall door a $1 tip and said, I've got a "job" for you...
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