I think I am? I'm waiting for my girl Jo to appear. There's some kinda dance place downtown. I'm destined to be a wallflower. I've tried, so many times, and I can't dance. Not even the two-step.
It's ok, though. She loves to dance and I'm glad to get out of the house. Maybe they'll have a decent menu. Or not. I'm in no mood to imbibe, so I think I'll take a magazine or two. Something to entertain me. Maybe I should take a pillow? Damn, I'm tired.
Hope she comes soon - I'm about to turn into a pumpkin.
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