I'm pretty much juiced up now, but I have not had the on portunity to do this for a while. I want to dance.
I have an experienced guide. No idea how drunk I am right now. Twenty years can you imagine that?
Edit: I may have both exaggerated and counted the years a bit wrong due to the large amount of alcohol intake that evening. The more accurate number of years I've been out of the bars would be somewhere around 15 years. And while I guess "love" was the original motivator, it rather sharply transformed in to a sense of duty. I'm not very keen to that aspect. I may simply be too chaotic a person to bend to duty.
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