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
