I'm so sore!

At this pace, I am going to be getting some sweet looking legs! Last night I went out dancing AGAIN! My legs are screaming that they had a good time with the feeling of tenderness as if I just ran for an hour and half.

I was invited to go dancing with the Santá, Jason and Paul (Santá’s Bro) to Off Campus in Fullerton. Since last week we went to Hurricanes in Huntington Beach with Carmen (Paul’s wife), it was Paul’s turn to go out and Carmen stayed home and watch their two cute kids. We met up with some co-workers and buddies there and it was cool to have so many people there that know us.

I’ve been to Off Campus once before and they have made a lot of changes since the last time I was there. It used to be just a bar & dance floor, but now it has pool tables, upgraded dance floor, scuffle board, and, of course, a bar.

I had lost Santa in the crowd and was scanning for her when one of the guys in our group comes up and I asked if he’s seen her. He let’s me know that she is in front of the bathroom waiting for her bro. Only two hours into the night and he brother is throwing up. That’s the pits! He hasn’t been out in years and within less then two hours had consumed 7 shots of Petron and 2 Long Island Ice Teas. Poor Guy! While we were leaving club members were sympatric and even gave us words of advice to help him out.

On the drive we pull over a couple of times and Paul let me know in the middle of him throwing up that he thinks I am hot! Jason said “But your loyalty is to Carmen!” and Paul quickly reassured all of us, but just wanted me to know that I was Hot. Too funny! We all started laughing quietly. When we got to his house and Jason had to carry Paul to his house. Poor guy is probably hating life today and still praying to the porcelain God.

(Here's Jay Jay acting a fool! He is trying to get out of taking a picture, but we got him in one!)