It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Despite my timid, introverted, shy, repressed, bashful, uptight personality, I do on occasion make an ass of myself in public.
On some days it doesn't even take alcohol to do this.
This leads the people who witness it to state the obvious to me. "I saw you out there on the dance floor all by yourself during that Beyonce song."
"Ah. Well yes. You did indeed."
They are just lucky that I didn't drop my pants first. I couldn't, I was wearing a dress.
More things are filtering through my memory and the memories of others about Friday.
Apparently, someone got sent home in a cab after having a scene with her ex. She woke up in her own bed four hours later and called me, confused, disoriented and with no memory of how she got there.
Apparently, someone woke up the next morning at home with a black eye and no memory of how it happened.
Apparently, I was smacking people on the ass on accident all night. I don't recall this but I was scrolling through my text messages and this was apparently my update to CK about how the party was going.