Okay, I've had plenty of time to recover from Big Kahuna. Although I do still smell somewhat of club, and I think I've met my secondhand smoke inhalation quota for the next few months.
Anyhoo, for those of you who weren't there ... either for the whole night or just the last hour or so ... I most definitely got hit on by a drunk redneck, and later a hispanic guy. By 2 a.m. I'm pretty willing to dance with anyone. So yeah. Enrique.
Adri's cats didn't seem too thrilled with how we smelled. Don't blame them.
So yeah, horny DJ, wet t-shirt contest, dancing in very close proximity with ... everyone ... makes for an interesting evening, wouldn't you say?
And Whit's multicolor flameshooter birthday candles were way too much fun.
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