three day weekends are good for…
courtesy of www.majorettes.ca & Ralph Pippey
it was a high-stepping few days!
–bumping and grinding…your parents’ car into a big white concrete column in a parking lot rendering you and your friend speechless with horror and shame.
–being treated to free drinks and food…in a deserted section of a bar by a salsa-dancing waiter who had what i can only assume were noble intentions.
–congenial introductions…when your buddy’s crazy neighbor bangs on the door at 2 a.m. while you’re both watching a movie, and tells him “to make your little [friend] shut the hell up.” so i laugh like a hyena, i’ll admit it.
–your table being approached by two very nice gentlemen in a bar…who turn out to be at eye level with you when you stand up and at shoulder level with some of your friends (shorties hitting on shorties).
–dancing…in the middle of a jampacked floor by myself at a wedding where i knew two people. i kept getting stepped on by large men.
well. moral of story: never cut corners in SUVs.