So that happened...

Post pre-game toothbrushing with my BFF. Went to b-towns hottest (& only) club, partied with old high school friends we haven't seen in years, repeated the same story at least 50 times, danced the living hell out of that "dance floor", sweat, & gtfo of there like a queen.

 


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