Saturday, April 04, 2009

April 5th early

It was wrong on so many levels, but I didn't care.
Tequilla was my favorite drink at the time, it made me feel good, the music made me feel good, awesome in fact.
I moved my body in ways that I never thought I could, so when I finally found a partner willing, I danced. We danced, until lights out. Last call, where were we, in the sand, groping each other, hands roaming and tounges still dancing.

Then I felt a quick jerk and I was up on my feet, sand on my ass, hair messed to the hilt, it was the party pooper, my best friend. Time to go home.

Apparently I made an ass of myself, in her eyes, to me though....I was da bomb!

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