So we're just sitting at the bar, minding our own bidness, enjoying a little Friday night peace
and getting a little groove on.
When this guy starts crazy dancing with us, and getting a little freaky with the Pee Dee.
Then he goes in for the intimate clinch with Pee. PeeDee is clearly confused.
He nibbles PeeDee's ear a bit and whispers some sweet nothings. (Scott, meanwhile, continues to flirt shamelessly with the photographer.)
Paul Day clues in, and shares the thought with his new friend: "I don't think I am who you think I am. I don't know you."
And then the stranger runs away, covering his face to hide his shame. Scott Hunt lunges after, to scare him into never returning.
PeeDee and Scott then just laugh and laugh and fall back into each others arms— a love that dare not speak its name without an 80's backtrack, PSB, or a "shooby-dooby-doo."
Shilpa, however, is left merely nonplussed.
Fin.
Afterthought:
Cristina sent this photo to the group last week, asking if her friend's new beau looked familiar to anyone.
Maybe the guy in the bar confused PeeDee for the same guy. Note any resemblance?
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