Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Cinderella did not like her ball.

Rather unfortunate, says I.

But my feet hurt, I had that damn Under 21 stamp that meant I could only be in two rooms, and it wasn't a ball so much as a drunken party.

I never met that handsome stranger.

"And the last dance girl
in her first dance swirl
lays her head down on the wooden floor
won't be dancing anymore..."

--The Fratellis, Milk and Money

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