Meghan, Abby, and I got drunk and missed Sarah.
To distract ourselves from our grief, we went to Latin dance night at Stargaze. Stargaze on Latin night is definitely my new favorite place not only in the city, but the world. I got to sit there and watch other people dance and fantasize about how my life would change if I became a really good dancer.
I would definitely give up writing in exchange for dancing abilities. Also being a good dancer makes everyone hot. Therefore, I will never be hot and I will be a writer forever.
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I seem to remember you dancing the merengue really, really well. That is that last time I'll take two Benadryl a Claritin and some mystery allergy pill before going out. Did I at least eat some cheese sticks?
Also, I am way more excited for 80's and 90's dance night.I'm going to wear my Guns N' Roses headband and quietly sing Hazy Shade of Winter while hiding under a table.
Megan, those people were not hot. Really only one or two of them were remotely good-looking. I would have danced with the ugliest person there if someone would have just f$%@#ng asked me to dance. Lesbos are so damn shy!
That gay boy with the pony tail was pretty dreamy, for a boy. I liked how all the gays were pairing off into mixed gender dance couples. Wait, maybe those were all women.
Did anyone see what happened to my bank account? I hope I didn't buy another Lexus, like last Saturday.
I am jealous of your sudden tomcattin' nights out. I would also give up writing to be a good dancer, but I want to be in FannyPak from America's Best Dance Crew as part of the deal.
you guys, i am siiiiiick.
this blows. i wish i would have been at stargaze instead of at home blowing my nose.
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