Thump, thump, thump, thump…You’ve got to MOVE IT!
Two girls dance together, sandwiching the unsuspecting poor sob between them. They laugh and give each other knowing looks. The world is theirs.
Then, we had cosmos in hand (and didn’t even spill them!). The girl was my cousin, and we were hotties who (likely insufferably) knew it. The guy was likely an Air Force Academy cadet, pleased with how “cool” he was to dance with hot older women.
Today, years later, it’s the credits to Madagascar. We have Luna bars in hand (and don’t even smudge chocolate all over). The girl is my Maya, and we’re sandwiching Gavin, who is resisting going back to his nap. We laugh together, and I wouldn’t go back to the nightclub even if you paid me.
Often, growing up sucks. Today, it doesn’t.
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Nice! The kids love that song:) I love the new colors & background!
Yeah, but the two of you didn’t look like older women when you got him hot and pleased. It is nice to indulge in the memories of being a hottie, isn’t it? Not that I remember those days, but I still indulge the memories.
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My girls are forever singing that song! I wouldn’t go back to my club hopping days either.