While @ wrk, rec'd a call (irony being i wrk in a "dead zone" difficult to receive or make basic cell phone calls),friend/ex-boss invited me to join her at the bar while her boyfriend played on stage. Pulled strings to leave wrk early, mad dash to re-dress and feed my muts. Arrived to find Connie already toasted; a rare treat. Giving my best dance moves, no longer "scared" of the dance - bump-n-grind, belly touching, sexual suggestive...dancing rythyms free. A friend I can be, a Friend U can be. Tho "Home we don't go", U hear what I say, legal advice given - lets dance free. Bump - n - grind, Dance. Irony was, in the drunken end, band chatter was - find the contemporary/new songs to arrange as a band...hush/hush...Connie,just leak the e-mails I did send! My friend, greatful, shoot tequila, dance the rythyms. Shoot tequila, dance a night life away. Tomarrow U won't remember, but I will! Tequila - n -dancing: a momentary relief from the mundane.