It's 2:47 am, relatively early for a Sat. night. I have a horrid ringing in my ears that I fear signals permanent hearing loss. The music tonight was fucking AWESOME though, or maybe that was the bass, or maybe that was me going stir crazy all week, craving some FUN.
2 Sparx (crack in a can) and 1 vodka tonic later, I was shaking it not on the dance floor, but on the speakers, with other drunken men, and my female friends. Because that's what speakers are for. Dancing on. Not necessarily with drunk men.
“If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.” ― Oscar Wilde