This was an ashtray on the bar at the casino.
So, I think I'm just going to go back and talk about the Friday night dance party we had again at the Dublin this week. Why? Because dance parties are serious business and need to be documented again and again and again...Or do they?
Friday night, after Stinky had her pizza and movie party and I had to have five different 8th graders in my house and listen to them talk and then see Stinky kissing her boyfriend, I really needed a drink...Or twelve. My friends T. and K. had already gone out and then come back home. So, I figured I'd just go down to the Dublin Underground and see what kind of Yayhoos I could rustle up.
These are still the old photos from last week. Sadly, Erik wasn't there this Friday to take hideous pictures of me dancing. I'm pretty sure I have the scariest dance face in the history of cheesy bar dancers anywhere. See what I mean?
Once I walked down the stairs of the Dublin, I heard an unmistakably wonderful foul-mouthed voice. It was my friend L. back in town only one week later. It was going to be a glorious night.
We got down to it pretty early on, when L. dragged me away from a very drunken favorite bartender S., to dance to Bon Jovi. How could anyone refuse? I stayed for a while and tried to text and call Erik with the highlights. Right when I was getting ready to leave, (I had my coat on and everything) Falco's "Rock Me Amadeus" came on and I had to go up by the pool table and find L. so we could dance like idiots to one last song.
So, yeah. I didn't even take my coat off when I grabbed the pool table with both hands and swung my head around like the worst strippers do. L. fell onto the pool table, our friend Brad M. laid down on the pool table with a dollar bill sticking out of his teeth for me and the other guy who was dancing with us, fell to the floor. Of course, our friend D. captured it all on film, so I'm sure I'll be truly horrified when I see that heinous image of me all over again. Some girls never learn, do they?
L. told me I was allowed to show her face in the photos I posted on here. So, here she is doing the butt dance with me and looking all naughty and cute. And there's my straightened hair totally unraveling by the end of the night. Remember kids, feeling the funky funky beat of the music isn't always pretty...Especially when it's me doing it.