A perfect opportunity for them, Kevin and Sharon joined too,
and it was Fred's birthday dinner so we also got Fred, PeeDee, Shilpa, Marlon, and Scott Hunt. On the high of a new job offer (and running from the old one like a horse from a burning barn) Coco dove into the messy pool with us.
And I say messy as it had been a while since I had a wild night out, and since James was driving I let it loose.
Which was unwise as (1) I got silly messy and became "that guy" on the dance floor who spins and swings and lifts girls over his head, (2) at $8+ a cocktail, and buying rounds, four hours of drinking and dancing got way too expensive.
But the drinks were also poured by Mr. Big Arms, and that pleasant bit of eye candy dulled the pain of the price point.
I did get to meet and have some quality messy time with the rest of the Maidens, and it was nice to let loose and get my dance on and drink on and just devolve into a puddle.
The next morning I could tell I was a dancing fool as every joint hurt and my feet were pretty non-functional. I am so not 27 years old any more. Ouch. With the morning hangover and revelry recollections came a little bit of shame. I was so glad I was in a straight bar. I might have been the least of the mess. And I don't have to worry about seeing those people again.
We stayed until close, and it was nice to have a night out where I could just let everything go. And get some fun silly 80's dancing on.
I have been remiss in not blogging about this for a week, and all due shouts to the Maidens at the G!
Nicole, next time we do the lift.
Nobody puts Baby in a corner.
Full messy, messy Flickr set. But I have to post this kissy montage before I go. Cracks me up:
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