I love it when people call me and say, “Hey, we’re all going out, you wanna to come?” I so needed this phone call today. After this week (and many like it) I could use a dance floor. It’s not like this tired old body will be up there dancing all night but I intend to have a blast. Just to see what Beauty’s attraction is I might try video poker 
If I lose I’ll just collect my losses from Beauty. I will lose cause I’m the girl that never wins at Go Fish. Expect my phone call Beauty. Anyway, so the gang will be heading to the regular spot this evening which means I have to get myself super cute. I have some jeans with a lace strip down the side and I have my cowboy hat. Hmm…what to do, what to do? We have to plan on who will be allowed out. Destiny? Hell no!! Yeah, like we’re going to be able to keep her inside while we’re out dancing. Rigggghhht.
Like so many people do we use a fake name when we go out. Like so many people should do we’ll let someone else know where we’re going and we’ll have cab money with us in case something should go crazy wrong. We aren’t drinkers, my friends and I, so the problem won’t be us but it could be someone that is living proof that alcohol makes the stupid even stupider. So, while I have fun I still need a safety plan. You know, it’s kind of crazy all the safety stuff a person has to put in place before they leave the house these days. Watch my excessively priced Cola like a hawk. Make sure I have a twenty tucked some place, let someone know the location of where I’m going to be, let them know what I’m wearing, blah, blah, blah. Lord, when does a girl get to just relax and have fun without worrying that someone is going to try and take advantage of her? Well, despite these critical points that must be tended to we do manage to have fun. I suppose that’s part of life, keep your eyes open when having fun. It makes the fun, well, more fun because your chances of getting hurt are less. I suppose if you look at it that way (I have safer fun when paying attention) you won’t get so depressed by the realization that the world is just not safe. So anyway, I’ll be dancing for maybe 30 min then I’ll sit and watch people who can’t dance but still try. I’ll watch the drunk drag queens…nothing funnier than that…I suppose there is but I haven’t found it yet. Then I’ll come home and sleep like a log.
Gotta run, gotta get cute-er
Ta ta,
Austin
Ta Ta Off To The Ten-Saturday, May 31, 2008-6:05PM EST
Yeah, have a great night. I have stick by the motto, you can never be too safe. You left me with a great picture in my head of a two drag queens (not very good ones) as bad dancers. LOL!!! I think my body is too old to still dance…ouch, just thinking about it…oh, what was that pop in my shoulder!!
Have fun and I know you will look cute…the jeans sound great!!!
Hey! I think I take offense to your comments about my gambling!
Anyway, despite your smart-alec remarks, I hope you have yourself a blast. I like how you make sure you’re safe. I can always learn something from you. If I ever go out clubbing I’ll bear all that in mind. (Does anyone really want or need to see me dance? I think not–but who cares?!)
Change of plans - we’re off to Dairy Queen. I guess as long as queens are involved we don’t care. Three girls at the neighborhood Queen … w/ no drunks, no bad gowns, no drama, just ice cream and lactaide. Why, why, why do I have to be lactose intolerant? Just tell me why….. oh well, at least there’s help, lactaide here I come.
gotta run (no pun intended)
Austin
Yum - dairy queen. The best part of pregnancy is that I can tolerate milk and ice cream. Just finished a cup of chocolate chip cookie dough myself. At DQ I prefer the moo-lattes. They combine coffee and ice cream - my two favorites. And I like the sound of the name too!
Enjoy!
Oooooo… Dairy Queen.
I’m jealous.
Have a great time!
Hope you had a great time and the lactaid worked!