OK, OK. Don't even say it. Dancing does count because I did so much of it tonight! I two-stepped. I rocked out. I watched my friend play air guitar. On the floor. Twice. I sweated out whatever I consumed in the pool all day. We were the "party table" at Alice Faye's until a pack of bikers came in. And then we merged party tables. I did pack my resistance bands (as if I was really going to stop having a good time to use them), but when ???am rolled around, the resistance bands were far from my mind.Tonight left me with some questions. What is Lady Gaga really singing in that Pokerface song? Who paid for my dinner last night? Can "Don't Stop Believin" ever get old? Am I a cougar if I kiss a 21-year-old college guy?
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