Que Sera Sera

Saturday Night’s All Right:

You really haven’t lived until an Elton John impersonator sings “Happy Birthday” to you on a day that is definitely not your birthday. However, he didn’t even know “Levon,” so it was sort of an empty moment.

Afterwards, we went to the bar, where I had a very surreal moment. I was sitting at a table with three attractive young men when a gorgeous girl about ten feet away beckoned to us with a crooked finger. It was straight out of a beer commercial: everyone looked at each other, and all the boys pointed to themselves questioningly, and then she shook her head and pointed at me. I walked over and said “Uh, yes?” and she said, “I want to dance with you.” I was just confounded by the whole thing, but had a few drinks under my belt, so I shrugged and said, “Okay, twirl me.” Which she did. She kept trying to whisper in my ear, but I felt so strange about the entire encounter that after a minute, I excused myself and went back to the table. I mean, I’ve got absolutely nothing against dancing with a pretty girl, but the whole thing was so odd. She was beautiful, and I am just not the type of girl that strangers fall for across a crowded room, regardless of gender. I’m still not sure what that was all about.

One thing I am sure of: waking up after three hours of sleep after a night of vodka and cigarettes is not a pretty way to start a Sunday.

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