Wednesday, July 9, 2008

This Blog Sucks...

To save, or not to save.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

How Katie Got Her Groove Back

Lucy is my friend, and I went clubbing with her tonight.

I like to dance at weddings, and sometimes other female attendants of these weddings tell me (often at the sinks in the restroom) that I am a bouncy dancer. I apologize to these ladiezzz, but I cannot stop the bouncing. I can jump high. I have strong calves. I am not sure if these are the cause or the result of my bouncy-style.

I digress. Obviously.

So, at the club tonight, I told Lucy that I think my bouncy dancing is representative of white folk. Two hours later, after witnessing my dancey-style, she told me that I do not dance like a white person at all. According to her, I am a soul-sister of Detroit.

Thank you. This is the nicest complement I have gotten since I was told I was "the bestest" a few nights ago.

I am back on the dancing scene. I think.

If I sound drunk, I doubt it. Tonight's drinking record:

- 1 glass of wine at 6:30 pm
- 1 gin and tonic at 11:30 pm
- A few slogs of a vodka cranberrry at 1:00 am

Lightweight.

Peace out.

Happy, Adrienne? I posteded.