At least, as long as your definition of “fun” includes 20-some 20-something sorority girls drinking far too much alcohol, being incredibly loud (which is saying something in a dance club), having no concept that there’s anyone else on the dance floor, nearly starting a fight near the bar, and eventually having one of them carried out of the bathroom by two big beefy guys because there was no way she’d be able to walk.
So…yeah. Interesting night. Certainly amusing to watch all this from the sidelines.
Still, good times were had. A little flirting, a few new people met (Hope, Jennifer, Elizabeth and Felix), chatting outside in the cool air with Melissa, Suzanne, Brooke, Mickey, Ogre, and Ron, and some bouncing around on the dance floor (though that was somewhat hampered by both sorority girls and the Vogue‘s famous lack of ventilation…but I hear that Mony has a new fan ready to install, so hopefully that’ll get a bit more air flow going through in the near future). All in all, not a bad night.
Also (and totally unrelated to any of the above), after Prairie declared that one of my pictures of the Teatro ZinZanni acrobat to be quite “yum”-worthy, I tweaked it a touch to turn it into a suitable desktop image.
There’s a 1280×1024 version ready to be used as a desktop image (or “wallpaper” for you Windows users) available to download here, should you wish.
Now…bed.
“Pigs on the Wing 1” by Pink Floyd from the album Animals Trance Remixes (1995, 5:48).
Were those sorority girls? I thought it was a bachelorette party. In fact, TWO bachelorette parties. We like bachelorettes! Even though there were no penis straws….
I apparently missed seeing the fight and the one being carried out of the bathroom. Darn.
Thanks for helping hold down the fort at the ‘cool table’ Mike.
One and the same, maybe? Definitely bachelorette parties, “sorority girls” was more of a descriptive term than anything else. Still quite entertaining, of course, even without penis straws.
(grins) Anytime!