It's finally 2017, and while I don't have much hope that it will be better then 2016, but that didn't stop me from celebrating the closing of this year in style. I looked like a disco slut and somehow convinced myself that I looked good in the club's bathroom.
Going out dancing isn't really my thing. It's not something I do, but I considered what other reckless similarly minded people would be doing, and I thought clubbing was perfect. I hate that word unless it's being used ironically, but I went clubbing. Some exciting things happened. A drag queen told me she liked my pants and someone asked if they could touch me?