when rach comes to town, We go 80's dancing.
Before.
After.
(dear guy trying to dance up on me,
next time try not to have such a pointy belt buckle, so when I try to make a quick get away it doesn't get caught on my pocket & rip my pants.
Sincerely, you're the reason we left early.)
We didn't make it early enough to get in free, we were starving, we were sweaty.
it was fantastic.
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