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Girls' Night Out
My birthday weekend ROCKED. My friends and I got a police escort to the club downtown, FREE Rock Star parking (The trick here is to look helpless and lost. We actually WERE pretty helpless and lost - thank you, Officers Mike and Brian), and somewhere after 3:00 a.m. the Air Force bought us breakfast. I'm not so damn old. One guy on the dance floor (we'll call him Leather Man) INSISTED that I'm Paula Abdul. Holla, holla. March 30, 2003
Comments:And Shannon W. didn't think I could possibly be your Mother!??!?!? I think deep down inside you are more like me than even WE imagined!!!! :):):) Posted by: Your Mom on March 31, 2003 10:27 AMDid I dance on the bar? Did I shoot out the lights? Did I kiss all the cowboys? Did I start any fights? Posted by: Moi* on March 31, 2003 10:37 AMDID YOU???????????????????????????? ;) ;) ;) Posted by: Your Mom on April 1, 2003 8:54 AMNone o' your beeswax. No, MoTHER, ain't no cowboys at POLLY ESTHERS. Posted by: El moi* on April 1, 2003 10:00 AM |
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