ok, i'm home-- and early for me (date had to get up in a couple of hours).
it was interesting... i'll probably et miz lilly do a recap in her blog.
every time my date got up, some guy moved in for the kill. some of them were pretty smarmy.
ah, well. she thought it was pretty funny that she had to kick someone out of her seat upon each return-- so funny, in fact, that she pushed me into dancing with "chris." i, familiar with this trick women play in straight clubs, insisted he dance with her first. apparently, he spent the next two songs telling her "your girl is sexy."
geez, so young to be a blind drunk!
anyway, everything stayed pretty good natured, even though it got pretty interesting when they started to get competative, but i figure if you play those games on a date then you get what you deserve.
women. they only want the toy everyone else wants.
the good news:
after 4 hours of dancing and mingling in my highest heels, my feet did not hurt. this was soooo not a possibility before dropping some of that lard.
at the end of the night, i realized i had moved easily through the club, squeezing by people without even noticing i was doing it. before i always felt like people needed to clear a runway for my 747 of an ass.
the bad news:
i was extraordinairliy aware tha ti now have no breasts. i kept staring at my date's lustfully-- the sad thing is i can't tell if i wanted to touch them or i ust wanted to wear them! ok, ok, i wanted to wear them. a 36B is nothing to write home about.... not with all the junk i got. maybe santa will bring me somehing special next year. it really woul be the gift that keeps on giving.