[personal profile] valkryor
Mr Santos was not at the club tonight. He was missed.

Other than that, for entertainment value, there was a train wreck in a sleeveless peach flowing thing, blue jeans that were two sizes too small and a mauve thong that was visible for far more of the evening than it should have been.

Chicky poo was even getting up [livejournal.com profile] wildelf's nose about requesting songs that he didn't have and wouldn't play if he did. He told her as much more than once, too. And she just refused to get it.

A group of us had the misfortune of watching her play pool very badly (so badly, in fact, I wanted to go over and just drop the 8-ball into a pocket so they would have to stop playing), but the coup de grace was when she and her boytoy decided to dance on the stage. It was beyond train wreck and into Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.

It was laughably bad, and if she remembers it tomorrow (she was three sheets to a very strong wind), also extremely embarrassing. I think her dancing was meant to be titillating, but the stimulated sex/dry humping looked awkward and silly. Oh well, at least I got a laugh out of it.

March 2026

S M T W T F S
1234 567
8 91011121314
15161718192021
22232425262728
293031    

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Mar. 17th, 2026 01:18 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios