Tonight I met up with Rainy Kate and her ladies to go dancing at the Purple Shamrock. It was only four of us, but we danced the night away like it was nobody's business.
I eventually left the dance floor all hot and sweaty (like I am prone to do), but I wouldn't have had it any other way. There aren't too many activities that can top shakin' it with the ladies...even if I leave feeling all gross and sweaty.
Once we left we hopped into a cab to make our way back to Brighton. Unfortunately, we happened to pick the worst cab ever. The driver would slow down every few seconds and ask if he had to turn, even if we told him over and over to keep going. It's a wonder that we made it home at all. Ah, you gotta love Boston cab drivers. The driver who harassed CK and I because we were going to a bar called Middlesex-which he thought was a gay bar-was a real peach, but this guy takes the cake.
It's now 3am and I have "Sexual Healing" stuck in my head. There was none of that tonight, but the dancing did the trick! ;-)
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I'm still a little teary from the movie Saturday night. I'm feeling girly these days. :)
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