like it's 1999

Tonight I will celebrate absolutely nothing in particular. But I've found that you never really need a reason to celebrate. Anything will do.
Granted, it's going to be a sober celebration. Shayna's new man, Bryan, drank all of my beer. He is a heavyweight champion beer drinker.
That is such a lie... I helped drink my beer too. I wouldn't have been able to go see The Gentleman's Club play, otherwise. We absolutely love to hate that band. Rather... we hate that we love their music. Either way, the night ended with me in the front row, dancing like a goon. And of course there was a photographer for the band. I wore my fake glasses as a feeble attempt to disguise myself, but despite the fact that I wanted to be there incognito, I am now in at least 5+ audience photos.
Shit.
Now my mission is to find those photos and delete them. I'm sure I will be unsuccessful. Damn my weakness for dancing! Maybe at the very least, I'll discover them floating around the interweb and be able to share my dorkiness with people who won't judge me. Or will at least judge me less.