Dance Like No One's Watching

Kat, Katie and I spent most of Saturday shopping. Come nightfall, we wanted to go out dancing in our fabulous new clothes (and to celebrate the impending anniversary of my birth). But how could three beautiful girls feel safe in a club among so many guys? Strike that, Katie's sick; how could two beautiful girls feel safe in a club among so many guys? Well, we (primarily me) had a flash of brilliant inspiration, of course! It's simple: you head to a popular club packed full of (mostly) men... none of whom are interested in you, because it's a gay club! We had a great time, secure in the knowledge that the vast majority of people there didn't care one bit how we looked or danced. I don't know if it would work in the US, but here it worked like a charm. And now that I'm (almost) old, I can't stay up so late, so I'm heading to bed. (I used a lot of parentheses in this post; what's up with that?)