It's already Monday morning and I still am not fully recovered from Friday night.
This past Friday, after work, I headed to the gym before I met up with my great friend and ex-party buddy for a light dinner and drinks at a new local bar. Well, the light dinner happened at the restaurant's bar (which involved a few drinks). We then dragged ourselves plus another friend to the new local bar to meet ex-party buddy's ex (who is 43 but looks 25 and HOT HOT HOT!). After about 20 minutes, someone said, "Hey, let's go to Splash!"
I agreed to go but said that I had to leave by 10:00pm since I had to teach early the next morning. So, as I opened my front door at 2:15am...
I tell you something. I had fun. I have not had this much fun dancing in a long time. And at Splash (which has not had the best history with me). We had so much fun that they have now vowed to drag me out every time they come into the City. They all live outside of the City, so they have decided I am their point City person. Do they know how much of a square I am? Do they realize that my idea of a good night out is dinner and drinks? Well, summer is about to hit, so maybe I may be going out a bit more. Oh, and did I mention that ex-party buddy's ex is quite the hottie... and a good dancer... now, where was he when I was single?
Anyhoo, it's Monday morning and I have to head to work soon. And I am still feeling the effects of dancing for 4 hours. The hip flexor muscles are still sore. My lower back is sorta okay. I am still slightly fatigued. It's hard getting older. But I had a ton of fun. So much, that it makes me want to go out and have more with that crew. We'll see. Later.