dance_party ClairE The tables are turned. I don't think you expected to find me shaking my hips, guzzling rum while the boys towered over me, shrinking back from the alcohol, bewildered and upset by the empty orange_juice cartons and soda bottles. Later that night she suggested we walk home with our shirts off, but I don't think she eclipsed my dancing even then. Blast your Prince, sing along to "Bizarre_Love_Triangle". I've got your friends in the palm of my hand and I think for once I may have provoked some reaction from you. 031115 what's it to you? who go blather from