guilty as a girl can be
bananarama, love in the first degree
mambo night, as always, was tantalising.
most of all, two mambo virgins were 'popped' and did their first mambo moves that night.
final roll call was me, kev, mer, kris, char and a certain mr. cedric whom i've not seen since 2003. i almost forgot you la brother.
holding our breaths as the mambo king takes his place on the podium, trying madly to follow the rhythm and actions of dying inside to hold you, waving our hands wildly to baby give it up, shaking to dancing queen and sipping cranberry vodka to love generation.
can you believe we were in the dance floor from 1230 - 330 non-stop and i had a total of 3 cigs the entire night? the smoking ban does work magic of cutting my consumption and increasing my tolerance for unpopular smells.
wah lau, survivor china is damn stupid.
