Don't take me to a club.
-I'm short. Apparently clubs are where tall people go.
-I get so nervous that someone will steal my purse that I wear it the entire time, which really inhibits my incredible dance moves.
-I didn't like freaking and grinding in seventh grade. It is not something that gets better with time.
-People don't seem to appreciate originality and spontaneity on the dance floor.
-At least one drink gets spilled on me.
-If you find some eligible bachelor to whisk you off your feet, odds are good you will never really know their name. Or if you have exchanged names odds are good he didn't hear it right, so you will forever be Mary, Maria, Muriel.
-Sweaty, sweaty dance partners.
-Waiting for a cab to take you home, and then keeping yourself awake by playing bejeweled in the backseat, and asking the cab driver questions like "How long have you been a cabbie?" "Do you like it?" "What's your family like?"
What's a girl to do on a Saturday night?
-I'm short. Apparently clubs are where tall people go.
-I get so nervous that someone will steal my purse that I wear it the entire time, which really inhibits my incredible dance moves.
-I didn't like freaking and grinding in seventh grade. It is not something that gets better with time.
-People don't seem to appreciate originality and spontaneity on the dance floor.
-At least one drink gets spilled on me.
-If you find some eligible bachelor to whisk you off your feet, odds are good you will never really know their name. Or if you have exchanged names odds are good he didn't hear it right, so you will forever be Mary, Maria, Muriel.
-Sweaty, sweaty dance partners.
-Waiting for a cab to take you home, and then keeping yourself awake by playing bejeweled in the backseat, and asking the cab driver questions like "How long have you been a cabbie?" "Do you like it?" "What's your family like?"
What's a girl to do on a Saturday night?
adorable!!!
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