The other night, I stayed out way too late with my favorite Spice Girl, i.e. my best friend. And eventually, we started talking about how we'd love to take another vacation together. Which is dangerous.
We went to Mexico once, and one night we decided to check out the band at the salsa club. I love salsa, and I've never been salsa dancing, so when a pair of guys asked us to dance, we said very clearly that we weren't there to pick anyone up, but if they just wanted to dance, we would love to.
Yeah, that worked real well.
We danced for a while and eventually decided to head back to our hotel. The guys offered us a ride; we said no. So you can imagine our surprise when they pulled up outside our hotel just as we were walking up.
"Can we come in?" they said.
"BLEEP no!" said we.
"But please," said one. "I have to POOP."
Needless to say, we did not let them in to our room. And we had the giggles for about six hours. To this day, you can say, "I have to POOP" to either of us, and we'll laugh uproariously.
In other news, I think this is awesome. Nothing like a knitted dissection to up one's happiness quotient.