Tribute to Susan

Last night Amanda and I commenced our relationship Wave style. What relationship you ask? The other day my optomotrest (by the way, weirdest word EVER to spell) called her my girlfriend. So it is written, so it shall be done. Wait... pretend she was a blind optomotrest and had to write down everything she wanted to communicate to us. Is that possible? A blind optomotrest? ANYWAY...

What a week it's been. Just one of those weeks. What way to make it all better? Get dressed up and dance the night away to 80's music at a gay bar. Where else can you be so ridiculous and not have a care in the world? The Wave! It kind of goes without saying.


Things learned or simply re-introduced to me:
Thriller is the longest song ever. Mr. Vain can be played on repeat and it wouldn't bother me. Gay boys are WAY more fun to dance with than straight boys. I wish I were a gay man (only slightly). Don't wear high heels when you plan on dancing. Not everyone should dance on the stage, complete with stripper poles, in front of the dance floor.

Only a gay man would be nice enough to X my hands with hearts :)


And then I found twenty dollars.