Finally feeling a little less than a the bottom of a birdcage. I was doing the door take for a GLBT dance last night and didn't get home until 1:30 am. In the dozen or so dance I've worked, I never ran across someone who was either too drunk or tired to stand. At about midnight, we noticed a woman asleep or passed out at a table and she was
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