I like that we've recently re-installed girls nights into our lives. It's the sort of fun you can't have with men/boyfriends/husbands/etc. It's also the sort of fun that reminds you JUST how tacky you're capable of being.
It's still up for debate, but I think cussing out a bartender at Jumbo's Clown Room is the sign of a good classy night. So is screaming, "I CAN DO THAT!" when the strippers do pole tricks. Oh! So is crawling around and flipping my hair on the booth at the Foundry last weekend.
Jesus Christ. Sorry dad.
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