...alright, so I think you realize that I miss the College Town dance parties.
Who can resist?! I mean... practically fornicating on the dance floor? Picture yourself grindin' away on some dude (or chick, for you male readers), it's hot, the music is loud, the bass is pounding, you're as close as it gets, and the girls (or guys) sitting at the tables watching you have their jaw dropped so wide it's practically touching the ground and her (his) tongue is rolling out of it and being stepped on by fellow dancers? Oh yes. That kind of dancing. Dirty dancing, if you will.
It was Halloween. Started out at Christina's house, about... 15(?) people all costumed-up. Christina, being the naughty cowgirl she is, and myself, being, well, we weren't really sure what I was-- I had on sweats, a jersey-shirt, a pair of Christina's tennis-shoes and black lines under my eyes-- I was considering myself a powder-puff girl (we had quickly put my costume together short hours before, seeing as how I decided on a whim that I was going to College Town that weekend). Let's just say that we supplied alcohol. People brought alcohol. We shared atrocious amounts of alcohol. We all left her place h-a-m-m-e-r-e-d. I think we walked to 'Baile', the most amazing underground bar with a dance floor.
Shots were-a-flowin' in our system and before you knew it, our entire group was out there starting the dance party out. I happened to be dancing with Muscle Man (I'm sure you'll hear more about this charmer later), and, like usual, everyone was hot-n-heavy. Well, I'm not sure about everyone, but we certainly were. Hands were wondering, I'm sure some words were exchanged ("where are you staying tonight?" "your place?" "no doubt" was pretty usual with us)-- I ended up at Muscle Man's apartment that night, after what seemed like hours of foreplay on the dancefloor. Let your imagination run wild.
That being said, I miss College Town dance parties. That's all.
*name is subject to change
exes and oh!s,