It has been so long since I've felt comfortable enough to dance my butt off in public. But, thanks to the most excellent occasion of my friend Clint's 37th birthday, I got a chance to remember how much fun it is. We started the evening off at Chuy's for drinks & dinner. It was a nice relaxing bit of fun. After that, we headed over to Little Woodrow's for a pint. We didn't stay there long at all before we all decided to head over to Cool River. Once we got there, we promptly threaded through the crowd to get drinks and claim our spots on the dance floor. They had a pretty good cover band playing, and we started to shake the booties right away. I do not exaggerate when I say I never left that dance floor. For almost 4 hours, I was on that floor dancing the night away. I ended up being quite popular too. It was really weird. I got hit on a few times, and was quite thankful the music was too loud to really hear what the twats were saying. Clint's gal Wendy and I also danced a lot, and she's hotter than hot, so many a dude kept saying how they wish they could be in my place. I just bet they did. We were the last ones to get off the dance floor. We just didn't want the night to end. And on a bummer note... I don't know if it was from the sweating, drinking or the heat or what, but my face is broke out something fierce today. It's bumpy/zitty, red, itchy, and kinda burns. I have no idea what that's about, but I can't wait til it's gone. I don't want to be going to Hawaii like this if I can avoid it.