Sacre bleu! I can't believe I didn't mention in my last post that I was viciously attacked by a bat-crazy bitch (BCB) at the Amsterdam Dance Event on Friday. Well...ALMOST viciously attacked. Ok. She grabbed my boob and pushed me kinda hard.
You comfortable? Good.
Here's the story. I was a malenky pyahnitsa (don't tell Elena...I don't think she's read Clockwork Orange in a while... ) and began to play my favorite dancing game "he doesn't know you're dancing with him." As you can probably surmise, this game involves me going up behind unsuspecting boys and dancing as hard as I can, for as long as I can, before he notices. The 8:1 ratio at the event would make this a perfect opportunity for my highest score ever.
I literally chose the ONLY guy in the WHOLE CLUB with a girlfriend. I dance for 3 seconds behind my unsuspecting victim and, out of nowhere, this crazy snatch flies at me (...from the shadowy depths of hell, apparently...), GRABS MY TIT, and pushes me off her boyfriend. He didn't know I was there. I didn't know she was there. Insane.
I couldn't stop giggling as four of my friends from the theater formed a barricade between me and BCB. WHAT?!?!
As usual, I giggled and ran the other direction. Never to hear from BCB again.
Goodnight. (Turns off lamp)
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