Participated in a "Girls' Night Out" extravaganza last night. Complete with limo service! It was nice.
But...
it has reminded me of why I don't go "out" much anymore.
"Dancing" on the dancefloor surrounded by way too many other drunk, sweaty strange bodies of people you don't know. I hate touching people I don't know.
One time, as we were bumped and jostled from side to side by the masses on the dance floor of the Phoenix Underground, my friend Kim said to me:
"This isn't dancing. This is what molecules do."
Or rather, she yelled it. I think that was sometime after someone's "Sex on the Beach" splashed on my arm and someone stepped on my toes, but sometime before the girl with the scratchy sweater started gyrating with some guy, oblivious of the fact that she was way too close to me.
Yeah. I'll be staying IN next week.
Thoughts that are gathering dust in the attic:
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