I must admit, every time I go to an event at City Club lately, I have NO IDEA what to expect.
A guy named Glitch gave me his glow sticks and told me to go tear up the floor.
David was a ball of non-stop energy once he finished whatever that was he was smoking sitting on the stage.
I got FrEaKLORd to dance with me in Purgatory.
And apparently it is confirmed that I must actually look like a stoned junkie on drugs when I dance given that a drunk dude and his 2 friends mistook my phone pouch for a drug bag and tried to hit me up for "Some" a.k.a. ecstasy...
But the coolest part of the event was when I finished dancing to the last song of the night and turned around to all the DJ's thanking me for dancing on the floor until the end. I must admit, I felt pretty special for a minute.
And a Thank you to Scary Guy for the invites. My condition has greatly improved since I have started dance therapy again.
Definitely a Crazy Fun Time!