I want to dance the night away until the sun comes up.
I'm still rocking out...even if it is by myself.
...In other news: the cocktail party last night with Elise just proved to me I'm not as classy as I seem. It also proved that I can down 8 whisky sours without throwing up.
It's those little things. The eye contact, the soft handshake, and especially when he sounds interested in what I have to say (makes me feel like the smartest person on earth.)