Saturday, September 28, 2013

Off the Grid and Square Dancing (if your feelings get hurt don't read this)

Friday HIGH not the John Denver high. I was given a brownie for my BDay and that lasted me for day until Friday. I'm a nice person I love to share, so I shared it with my girl. A few beers and a brownie later we hit the street to walk to off the grid. That was the longest fucking walk, good lawd high and drunk you should never drive never, and fuck walking pavement moves to much. Thank GOD I was in flats or I never would have made it to the trucks. I was doing that two forward and one back step. You know when you're drunk everything is funny, but when you are high it 20 times funnier like the word balls. Anything about balls on balls chees on balls big balls , hard creamy balls. That shit makes you laugh like the first time your heard a dirty ass joke. balls dipped in cheese balls with truffle sauce what the fuck? My eyes hurt reading and laughing (and later in the night my head). I finally picked a truck RIB eye with cheese and BBQ. We have been lucky enough to be at OTG on salsa night, but this night square dancing. I felt like I was back in elementary school or a big as special ed class for adults. When I was in school we thought of it as a fucking punishment to have to dance. At one time I was like when I turn 80 I'll put on a puffy square dancing dress and dance the square till I die, but last night made me say wait till I turn 90. Sitting around watching people square dance made me think fuck I am way too fucking cool to sit here and watch these people and then there was that Little tiny tiny tiny not evil said that really wanted to dance. What jacked was all the guys were dorks. A few handsome guys and I would have been down.

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