Last night

First off, let me explicate. I (Woolf), may be a chapstick-only-wearing-lesbian by day, but by night I'm a no-holds-barred-I-lived-in-NYC-too-long-not-to-wear-crazy-makeup type of lady. And despite my tendency to be outdoorsy and crunchy, I am enough city I know how to party. (Thankyouverymuch!)

Last night was no exception. Alice, her beau, myself, and my turquoise eyeliner made our way to Vinyl. (The place to see and be seen in Denver on a Sunday, duh). Now fair reader, if you aren't a social butterfly or a Denverite you are probably thinking. Dancing and drinking on a Sunday?

Yes.

Every. Sunday. On a rooftop.

Ok. Back to the story.

We made it to Vinyl. There was no bloodbath. There may have been uber skeletons in the closet with a few people, and even more moments of heart to heart with others. But in general. Our crew was calm, cool, collected. Shocked, I'm sure. (That makes two of us).

So there you have it. Mayhaps Alice has a different story, but as far as I can tell, everyone behaved and Pinnochio didn't show which meant far less blood baths than initially thought out. WOW. Now that is a boring assed Sunday. We'll make sure to tell our crew that low drama nights do not make interesting blogging.

(Oh and blogosphere....Alice and her beau are sofreakingadorableitmakesmewanttovomit)