Gay Dancing

Friday night. Gay dancing night. For years, this was my routine.... but then all my gays moved away and I haven't been dancing in a long time. So when my friend Buffy asked me to go to Buddys (gayest name ever, but a great bar) on Friday night, I jumped at the chance.

Buffy's text to me was to wear something hilarious and/or awesome. (Buffy herself was wearing a retro 60's mod dress with her hot pink Coach sneakers) So, I figured it was about time to put on this sparkly shimmery dress I bought 3 weeks ago and haven't had the opportunity to wear yet. (It should be noted that the place I bought it from, 360• has since shut its doors, so sad.) I don't have a lot of occasion to wear a sequined mini, but dancing seemed appropriate....Its striped with black, silver and blue sequins and its ridiculously short. (booty shorts a must underneath, otherwise risking major Britney). When I hit the dance floor, I was a blur of sparkly light gyrating to GaGa....did I really dance in a cage??? It was a gay ol' time indeed.