Sunday

In the black-light of the Phoenix, my G&T glowed a lovely shade of ice-blue.

There were so many girls- so many more than I was expecting. And the music was so good, it was hard to keep still. I met a girl who fingered my collar and told me it made me look like Colonel Sanders (hah, thanks, I think). We danced danced danced through the morning, whispering urgently ear-to-ear, thigh-to-thigh, all brilliant smiles. She drove me home and kissed me goodbye at the fence beneath my house. She got my number, and do you know, I think she might actually intend to use it!