I can technically cross "go country dancing" off of my bucket list, but I want a redo. (Similarly, I need a kayaking redo.) My friend and I didn't handle it right - you should go in a group of guys and girls so you always have someone to dance with. For every song we danced to, there were 2 where we just stood there with our
"Aw, I wonder if that old man is super rich or if that's his daughter."
"Those boobs are fake, F'SHO." "I can't stop looking at them, it's like they're looking back at me."
And so on.
Before we went dancing, I had sushi for my first time ev. I'm allergic to shellfish, so I always just backed up off it. This weekend I threw caution to the wind - bonus points if we wind up in the ER!
Is that an epipen in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
Oh, it's expired?
I like to live dangerously.
We didn't wind up in the ER. Turns out "mouthgasm" isn't a serious enough condition.
We got two different kinds of rolls.
Both were delish.
My friend didn't even have to life-stab me with epinephrine, so this night was clearly a success.
Note: I would never actually put my life in danger, y'all. My allergy is more of an "intolerance", and I only have an epipen because my doctor was being super-extra cautious. It would be awkward if I didn't have one and I wound up needing it, you see. Mostly skrimps just make me burp, um, in 3D.