Miss Marlin, may I have this dance?

What a magical evening!

You see, I had heard the New Champagne Room was having their first anniversary ball tonight and I wanted to attend but I didn’t have anyone to go with!

So there I was, in my skybox, loading my supes into my aquarium when I came to Marlin Rouge. Bing! The light bulb went off. “Miss Marlin, would you like to attend the ball with me?” I asked nervously.

She nodded her fishy head, yes. Glee!

In a frenzy, I put on my nicest threads and TPed over to the “Room”. I believe we arrived just a little too late to be eligible for the best dressed couple contest or else I think we would have won for sure.

It was a brief but memorable evening. The New Champagne Room owners and staff were very gracious and open-minded in regards to inter-species dating.

So, thank you, ladies. Especially you, Miss Marlin.

Sunday Sunday Sunday

I was tooling around my land on Sunday afternoon when a group notice popped up that said that fellow STer Larissa was DJing at some UK club. So I went.

Being on the west coast and being a bit of a night owl, I’m used to people bailing for some Zs well before I’m even thinking of doing so myself. But there I was, sipping my early afternoon coffee and people were all like “Oh em gee! It’s soooo late. I’m going to need to use a torch to find my way back to my flat!” (They were British, get it?)

Good times. It was 70s and 80s music and someone handed out these giant spliffs to everyone and well… You know how when you go to matinée and once you leave your eyes need to adjust to the brightness and it feels way later then it actually is? That’s how I left that party. My internal clock, all messed up, trying to fight the urge scrounge around the kitchen and make a waffle and ice cream sandwich.