Happy Valentine's Day Massacre Remembrance Day.
This day, in 1929, five people were killed. But that's more or less happening every day, around the world, so why celebrate? Or, rather, I think I just immense an immense malaprop. Celebate? Castrate? Castigate? I'm too tired for this.
I did dance, however, in the name of Saint Valentine or some such fellow, for a good five hours last night. It was wonderful. This one lead that I had, HE PICKED ME STRAIGHT UP INTO THE FREAKING AIR!!!!! WTF MATE?!?!?! I mean, I'm not particularly large, only 5'6", 120 lbs, and yet! And yet, and yet!!! It was beautiful. Best dance of the evening. Don't tell that