The Ole Miss game was another blowout, so I went out. On my own. No crew. Two observations:
1. I really hate Spanx. There was a wedding party at the bar I was at, and there were upskirts galore. Problem was, 90% of the ladies had those damn Spanx on. The one exceptional one (I dismissed the married ones) more than made up for it. She had on a white lace thong that was damn near sheer...yep, she had a landing strip.
2. I missed the memo where women who are with a guy come up to another guy (me) trying to get them on the dance floor. Yeah, alcohol had a lot to do with it, but I'm old school. Dance with the one that brung ya.
Ghost, you were, gulp, on your own? How did you make it with your sidekick? Old school rules! I was at a referee camp in Evansville one time, at a bar that night. Two very hot chicks were dancing together. When they set down, I went over to ask one to dance. She said that we had better not. She said her boyfriend was in the restroom but he had her and her friend to dance together, waiting for some guy to ask her to dance, then he was going to bust his head. I said, good talking with you. Old school, didn't want my head busted. But where I come from, we bust each others head. FCC.