Mar 18, 2007 08:06
So, I just realized that I was fairly unclear about what happened, last time I went partying.
I danced with a stripper at a party. It was good times. No, she didn't remove her clothes at any point, nor threaten to. Yes, I did recieve a kiss on the cheek for excellent effort, though I'm still very positive I can't dance worth shit.
Her friend was a very docile urban girl with black hair. She was cute, but too tamed for me, for now. I need someone that'll rise a smile out of me a lot more. ... But then again, you never know.
The stripper plays gee-tar. Same as me. Yes, I play gee-tar, too, if you didn't know. I was piss drunk, and I had a 'huge' hangover, yesterday. Drinkin' is great.
Today, I will more than likely grab a couple bottles of wine and get myself all nice and wine drunk. I love that refined sort of drunk. It's schweet. Oh, and no, I probably won't be dancing with strippers while I do it. But if anyone knows a good dance partner around Las Cruces that'd be willing to teach me a few steps, maybe I'll just start getting thoroughly into that scene. See who else can jam a boogie like me. Haha.
So I take it I am getting better. It's quite nice, actually. I enjoy myself quite a bit more. Hehe.
P.S. Note to self: *Goddamn, you need a new computer. Yours sucks ass.