Ow.

I had a great time last night with the girls. The Rochester girls and I met up with my posse at a bar downtown for a night of dancing. It was a great girls night - the eight of us were tearing it up on the dance floor. The fun (or skanky...you decide) thing about this bar? There are two poles in the middle of the dance floor. Stripper poles. On platforms. Of course we made fun of the girls that were grinding on the pole early in the night...but wouldn't you know that each one of us took a spin before the night was over.

Some of our other friends (guys and gals) met up later in the night to expand our group to a solid headcount of 12. I think I took a break from dancing for about 37 seconds total - we danced for over three straight hours. What a night.

And I'm feeling the pain today. In addition to a spectacular hangover, my feet are killing me. Dancing in high heels...then walking all over downtown to catch a cab? Not awesome for the toes.

The Rochester girls left at around 11am so I accompanied them downstairs to bid them adieu. And wouldn't you know...we run into Hottie Neighbor. No big deal, right?

WRONG.

This is what I looked like:



Sigh.