Scrambled brains!

Unexpectedly, Saturday, I was able to recapture something I hadn't had since I was 22. There's been a lot of vowels floating around these parts lately, and it's been nice, but mild. Given an underground dance fest around the corner from my house, a cold rainy almost snowy night, and the impulse to be bad, no, really really bad, I just went with it, stocked up, took a nose dive into the deep end of the pool. Chomp, chomp, chomp.

Peace pipe passed around and - oh wait, that's it, and the third one hasn't hit me yet. I lost an hour there somewhere, and came to my senses around 5. Whee! I remember ogling a variety of men, and I was probably for once past my usual inhibitions to look like I was interested enough, but also incoherent enough to not complete the task. Ah well. At some point I realized my skin had been replaced by silk....