I’ve developed a tactic I’ve called “dance warfare” for eighties night when people are trying to encroach upon me and my friends’ dancing space: prominent use of elbows, near the kidney level of the perpetrating dancers, as well as using my rear to bounce my purse off of into other people’s dancing areas that are too close to me, and of course, evil eying...
Tomorrow's going to be a long day →
Official after party at Hopcat! See you there.
I love my coworkers
And here’s partially why: Karri (the most adorable Australian girl on the planet): Any plans tonight? Me: I’ve got a hot date with myself. Karri: You be good to her!