My subject header is a lie. I did very much enjoy going out with some of my favorite people last night. While the club (erm, lounge) was packed with douchebaggery I had a good time body-checking assholes try to jostle us out of our space (and got into an accidental dance-off), yet I was very happy to leave when we did. Got a little dehydrated and my feet huuuuuurt. The ride back home was a trifle bit icky.
And I woke up this morning with my back hurting a bit, which hey, body-checking probably has that effect. Whatever it was worth it; I have no patience for douchebags who invade dance-y space.
Today is all about relaxation and the art of lazing about. I am becoming a master.
And I am still very much enjoying my new icon. Dean's face averages .025% of my general enjoyment of life on a day to day basis.
White boy dancing (the mocking of it, you see) is worth .020% so you can see that Dean's face is quite significant. And hilarious.