Tonight is Blowpony, a monthly dance party here in Portland, and one that Ray has managed to get me to go to a number of times.
I’m dressed in comfy go-out clothes, prepared to sweat it out on the dance floor. I took a nice, long disco nap, made a little sneaky roadie beverage to pregame the night, and I’m not working until late in the day tomorrow.
My inner party boy is giggling. Totally.