I'm no better than I should be. Tonight I skipped my 1st dance lesson. I went to the opening of Rhodes' new theater and they ran out of wine---something went haywire with their rsvp count and they had twice as many people as expected, and it was many old peoples. And you know how they like their wine, so of course the white wine was gone by the time I showed up (after 7pm, post-disco-naptime).
Anyway, this was all to explain that I missed dancing because of a single (really strong) vodka tonic. I did see the Pesky Fly for a sec but only as long as it takes a fly to light & take off again. Then I heard a lot of gossip & found out that some of the theatre dorks from back in the day still hang out at the P&H on Thursday nights. If you are interested, perhaps I'll see you there next week after Drinking Liberally (I'm determined to make it sometime this month!).
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You better come. I showed up, hoping to see you. Instead, I got stuck talking politics all night long. Politics? I mean come on. Who wants to talk about that? Drag Queens and lame Monty Python jokes are so much more stimulating. Wait, that didn't come out right. Oh well. Sweet Dreams...
Sorry to let you down, old chum. Next Thurs. I am committed to working out, a dance lesson, DL & pitchers at the P&H Cafe. Not sure I'll be able to make work Friday after that regimen!
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