Boogie Oogie Oogie (Till We Just Couldn't Boogie No More)

This weekend was a bust. I got next to nothing done, but I can't exactly complain. I had fun. Scholar and I went out with some friends on Saturday night, and I got down with my bad self. I had three Capt-n-Cokes and two shots of some purple stuff that tasted mostly Vodka and slightly grape. I danced my booty off (but somehow ended up with someone else's fat booty the next morning. I hate it when that happens). We haven't done this in a long time, so it was worth the extreme catch-up I will have to do this week.

As a side note, Scholar is quite a dancer.