1 tequila 2 tequila 3 tequila......Dancefloor!!!

Standing on the dance floor with my usual sober foot tap and knee wobble i tell myself i look more like a fool then the dude across from me busting out random maneuvers along to the bippity bobbity beats bouncing bellingerently about our brains. i have fun dancing when i'm drunk, why the hell not grab a corona, maybe even a shot of tequila it has been awhile i think i need a reason to remember why i have stopped drinking so much these days. Returning to my spot on the dancefloor next to Doraemon(see picture to the right >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I did not know who he was until I met him), between the devil, the maid and the pussy cat, after being served by a guy dressed as a ballarina, i have a bit more of a spring to my step and a bit more of a sway to my shoulders. I continue this routine for a while until i'm bouncing around like a 3yr old listening to Michael jackson on a tuesday evening before bedtime.

 I remember why i love drinking so much, why so many people love drinking, it takes our mindstates back to our childhood and lets us be free of silly social solicitudes(ok i used a thesaurus to find that word), if only i could always control how much i consume and not make it back to the days of being a babbling, bubble blowing baby=). Luckily this was not to be one of those nights, just much fun to be had. After a morning of flailing limbs, awesome dance moves (by other people of course) and maybe even a little pash session with a japanese girl. i find myself sitting in the gutter out the front of club "what ever its name was" next to Doraemon and the pussy cat. With my ears ringing, eyes bloodshot and a silly smile apon my face, i notice winnie the pooh ride past on a bicycle and i decide i like Halloween and that it is time for home......