Note Nazi reporting: Official NYC DopeFest Note Log (very insightful)(Linked! DD)

I can’t believe you or “the boys” or anyone for that matter enjoyed seeing me stumble around half-comatose on a bar. Days later, I keep thinking about my first date, when I was 15, and the guy took me to some far-off restaurant, and I didn’t know how to get back to my house, and had to call my step-dad for directions. My stomach tenses and I cringe in embarrassment.

I mean, kissing is all and well, but dancing on a bar? Sheesh.

Thank God! I thought I was having another one of those prom-homecoming-queen-head-cheerleader-most-popular-girl moments. I didn’t do the royal hand wave I’ve been practicing all these years or blow kisses, did I?

I’m sure ya’ll were just making fun of me, anyway. :stuck_out_tongue:

Well, first, you weren’t half comatose. . .

Second, it was all good fun. I don’t know about the rest of y’all Dopers, but what “happens in NYC stays in NYC” . . .

Tripler
You brought up the dirty talk . . . Not me.

Not me, my friend. I’m planning a world tour with a live stage show re-creating the events of the evening. You coming, Tripler? You’ll get top billing as “Dirty Boy With the Sexy Accent.” :wink:

Is that what the kids are calling it these days? :stuck_out_tongue:

Really? Schuhhweeet!

Ah can do a purty darn good John Wayne too . . .

Pilgrum . . .

Tripler
But you gotta be the sexy pole-girl