Okay after some sleep and coffee I started thinking that maybe I over reacted this morning. So the music wasn't bad, really, it was very danceable…well it was the kind of music you can shake your ass to. I think it wouldn't have been as bad if the party would have been in a salsa club or jazz club or even a lounge…I could have dealt better or been more at ease but being shoved and pushed every which way and having random drunk guys rub against me is not my idea of fun.
So what's my idea of fun…well it's a secret for the most part…can you guess??? Hint: it involves books. Okay I'm not that big of a nerd/bookworm…I only wish I were… I think I have the most fun acting coquettishly…
So maybe I'm a 20something going on 55…
No wonder my dad's friends tend to hit on me…it all makes sense now….
