kamikaze

Class number 3 was better than the last two. My legs don't hurt at all, and the gym showers are awsome!
anyway I didn't come on here to tell you of dance I came to tell you of drinkingness and how hardcore I am
PanterA come on and I get all excited and hit the dancefloor for some shaking. Now, I've not been out for what seems like an age. the only dancing I've done for a long time is the routine I'm taught in class, so just try and imagine the glee of hearing PanterA and being able to boogie. Half way through 'cowboys from hell' my nose starts running, I give it a quick wipe and carry on with the dancing but the nose carried on with the running, shit maybe it is a nose bleed. Have a look at the back of my hand, no sign of blood or, infact, anything. ?
Then the smell hits me. I can smell vomit, strong. holly fuck was that me? Yes. I'd vomited out my nose without even realising. Well, the toilet can wait I'm dancing. So I dance till the end of the tune with invisible vomit on my hands and face till the song ends, run to the toilet look in the mirror and to my relief I look fine, I wash the hands and face anyway. blow my nose and fire straight back onto the dance floor so as not to miss wiggling to 'beating heart baby', Cat shoots me look that says "what was that all about?" and on the way to the bar for more jack and coke I tell her, which she rewards with a high 5ive




Luv you guys