Gyrating, pulsating, thrusting, humping, crawling on all fours...

Just SOME of the adjectives to describe my "private dancing" tonight at MB's. NOT the night I expected when I waltzed off to Fred's 1st birthday party late this afternoon...but it turned out to be QUITE the private afterparty. But my spectacle was waaaaaaaaaaay secondary to the endless visionary delights performed by Foxy Miss R. It was like being at Score's, minus the nudity (barely) and dollar bill offerings. Oh, and I got to yet again put on an electrifying rendition of Prince's KISS. Simply never fails to captivate. A wonderful late afternoon and evening. Old friends, great food, endless beer and Jager...and proof that some peers DO "still got it."