Ok ok ok...tough something out!
Last night I went out dancing and sort of lied to the chief but it was all in good nature and only to protect her. You see the Goodfellas mentality comes into play more than you think. There are some phillies that you eat dinner with and allow them to give you massages and reciprocate the same and than there are those whom you dance and baby flirt with. You can't have them both in the same philly. At least not to my knowledge and since my love for dancing and permiscuousness (sp?) has just arrived in the last 3 years the theory really hasn't been thoroughly tested so don't feel any need to really heed or curse my double life hypotheses.
So anyway it was great. Dance, sweat, jump, drink, rum and coke down a shirt, me on a chair, grinding slow and laughing at Keith and his monkey dance, some really tall girl who nestled me in her chest, and the hives and vines were pumping. But, it was just dancing and tghe occasional heavy groaping (sp?) but it was all innocent because neither of us wanted that. We just wanted to dance and sweat and grind and hang out and jump up and down and laugh and it was awesome just for that. We stayed out until 6 this morning and then walked a bit and ate ice cream while Keith and I both had cuteness hanging onto our arms and they weren;t tired or anything. They were still strong into the morning and that was the best. No one was beat. No one was whining about being drunk or tired we just walked and ate ice cream and all was right with the world.