One Tequila for you...two for me...three for you...four for me...
if that doesn't sum up my night in one sorry sentence, then nothing will lol. I danced all night long. I usually don't drink Tequila (ok so never as a rule of thumb *grin*), but felt as though you had to in that atmosphere. The club was more Latin than Salsa- but it was still awesome. I wore a knee length red skirt with tight fitted black top and my hooker boots. Can I just say that after two shots, I felt as though I was J-Lo? I mean I took over the dance floor and didn't even have the nerve to look embarrassed at my so-called attempt at Salsa dancing. Every time I tried to sit one out, the guys would drag me back out and remind me of the bet
Lessons I learned: Don't ever bet unless you know you can win. And go back to never drinking tequila again- there was a reason why I stopped and didn't remember until last night *yuck* it was licking an lemon ashtray. *blech* But when in rome...LOL
Ok I am so going to work now. Just wanted to let you all know that today is a Bob Seger kind of day. Breaking out the "Night Moves" and some "Roll Me Away" to take me through the end of the work week. That and some more U2..but its always a U2 kind of day lol
Lessons I learned: Don't ever bet unless you know you can win. And go back to never drinking tequila again- there was a reason why I stopped and didn't remember until last night *yuck* it was licking an lemon ashtray. *blech* But when in rome...LOL
Ok I am so going to work now. Just wanted to let you all know that today is a Bob Seger kind of day. Breaking out the "Night Moves" and some "Roll Me Away" to take me through the end of the work week. That and some more U2..but its always a U2 kind of day lol