I leave form Seattle at like 4 PM towards spokane...
I'll be there around... oh... just say 10-11ish.
Burbon street is probably where I'll go.
Saturday... give me a call my number is 509 953 7366. I'm grabbing an early dinner... and then a party at calytons.
Yay for being 21!
Bring your favorite munchies, and/ or drink to 1417 W Water.
The party starts at 7:00 PM.
We'll head over to simply dance around 9-9:30 PM. (Lesson's start at 8:15 PM, so if you haven't tried it before... we'll let you know when you should head over for them. Their really helpful.)
after 11... we'll see. :D
Anyways... You now have my number... Send me a comment or message if your going...
“The wisdom of the
ages is an illusive fantasy of youth,” I says to my self as I make my way into
a club. “One should never let age put a damper on fun,” as I step over a
decrepit bum. “Taken for what it’s worth, life is all about drinking,
excessively.”
The night is floundered away chasing skirts
and moving the hips, and by the time morning comes, I’ve lost my coat. At some
point, I picked up another coat that looks almost, but not quite, like my coat.
I still have it. But it’s too big, and looks funny on me. I guess I will have
to grow into it.
I did try returning it
to the place I found it… but no one there wanted it. I tried leaving my number,
but no one called me. It seems I’m stuck. It almost seems as though there is a
moral to all of this, but I can’t quite place my finger on it…
