honeydunce

I danced all weekend. My knees are bruised, and the body is sore. Of course, even the best nights are not without their personalized strangeness–Saturday night an Edgar Winter man reached for the doorhandle to come in and last night witnessed a brief scuffle. Plus thai food and coffee and rum and shot glasses on strings. Oh and overly honest new mothers leaning over our game of pool at Remedy. Plus live music, new sheets and a block of knives.