First things first, there will be an accompanying "Let The Liquor Tell It" entry to this story or whatever you want to call it.  Second things second, don’t forget to vote for me if you haven’t.

With that business out of the way, allow me to retell last nights events as I recall them.  I began the day with all intentions of going to the little Back To School party at Barcar.  I went and grabbed a haircut from Joe and got my mind in a partying type of mood, but then slowly my plans began to unravel.

One ride decided he was too broke to go out.  Another was busy doing family stuff.  And so on and so forth.  This carless business does indeed have it’s drawbacks.  I was well on my way to making alternative plans.  I had just recently gotten back in touch with my friend D’Alva and she was mentioning how she wanted to resume the old "Jack Daniel’s Nights" that we used to do.  So seeing as how I had copious amounts of Jack I figured last night was as good a night as any.

However as luck would have it, she was planning to attend the very party I had given up hopes on.  So I ended up catching a ride with her and her friend Danielle.  So I got dressed and headed out.  When we got there however it looked as if I may have made the wrong decision, there was absolutely NO ONE there.  Maybe like 5 other people.  I figured the night looked to be a bust.

Slowly but surely however, people started to trickle in.  Five became ten, ten became twenty, and before long it was ON.

Then she walked in….it was like in a movie.  All she needed was a puff of smoke or fog like in Weird Science.  This chick is so dope.  And yes I got my "club stalk" on.  I watched her dance.  I watched her interact with people, friends and otherwise.  From all indications her personality meets or maybe even exceeds her exceptional beauty.  This chick is the total package.  She knows she’s fine, but she doesn’t act like it, if that makes sense.

Of course this means I didn’t make the slightest move on her.  I’ve come to realize that time and again, the imaginary traits and fantasies I create about these chicks are always better than reality.  I mean there are the obvious drawbacks, but I’ve been living with them for as long as I’ve been my girl crazy self, so I’m used to it.

Anyway, for whatever reason, I shrugged off my usual lack of desire to dance and actually did a good bit of dancing last night.  I drank quite a bit as well….and you can read about THAT in the other section….