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Journal Sloppy's Journal: I Danced! 2

She got me drunk enough (two bottles of brown ale, a Rolling Rock, and a couple of jello shots at a party before we hit the bar, then 2 car bombs and 2 guinnesses when we got there), the band (George W and the Evil-doers) was good enough, and the girl was enchanting enough. So when the moment came, I actually got out there and moved. Holy crap, I didn't think I could do that. I do it for metal bands all the time, but this wasn't headbanging, this was goofy wiggling stuff. I'm sure I looked like a clumsy idiot, but it didn't matter. What's more idiotic: the person who looks like an idiot, or the people who come to see music but then turn out to be "too cool to rock"?
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I Danced!

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