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Fast Forward

FAST FORWARD DANCINGI love using the internet to reconnect with random and obscure pieces of nostalgia from my childhood.  When I was a kid, I loved a dance movie (who didn’t?).  Girls Just Want to Have FunFlashdance. Dirty DancingFast Forward.  Haven’t heard of that last one?  Fast Forward tells the tale of 8 struggling performers from Sandusky, Ohio who set off to NYC with a hope and a dream to win a record label’s annual talent showcase.  I loved this corny mess and watched it on replay.FAST FORWARD ARRIVAL NYC It was directed by Sidney Poitier and Quincy Jones served as the executive music producer, but don’t let those names fool you into thinking this is a quality film.  Everything about Fast Forward is totally silly.  It also has everything I like in one movie: 1) A delightful apartment makeover montage; 2) A dance-off; 3) Women fighting off rapists by kicking them in the balls; and 5) Dance pant moose knuckles.DANCE OFF FF Furthermore, upon rewatching, I’m pretty sure this floppy disco-tittied movie is the origin of my own personal anti-bra policy.    FAST FORWARD DANCE

bottle service at da club

BETA

Last night, I was invited to da club to enjoy the full VIP bottle service experience.  Rolling six deep with a gold digger, a missed-connection, Pippi Longstocking, a purse watcher, a narcoleptic, and an adderall-popping cunt, we were stamped, wristbanded, and escorted past the velvet ropes to the special elevator that took us upstairs where we could gaze down upon the sweaty rolling stink writhing below.  This elitist bullshit is so not my scene.  Other than having a place to sit, I really don’t get bottle service.  Open carafes of juice are a bad idea around drunk people.  Is there an expectation that the six of us finish this bottle of vodka?  I just drank the bottled water because everything else appeared so unsanitary.  The best part of the whole evening was watching the kiddos roll their faces off down below.  I saw a titty come out, and it made my night.  Can we talk about the go-go dancers?  Why do they all still dance like they are juggling a spaceball?  90’s nostalgia?  Give me something new girls.  Give me something more interesting than your lower butt cleavage.  From my vantage point, with rare exception the dudes can’t dance.  The repetitive pounding house beats of the well-known DJ got super fucking old super fucking quick.  Really with the glow sticks?  The main redeeming factor was when the group of handsome gentlemen at the table next to us mistook me as 10 years younger.  I’m sure it was clubby darkness and context, but just let me savor the sad little moment, okay?  Thanks.  BETA A GOGO

Com Truise

COM TRUISE MELTCom Truise fucked my face off tonight.  COM TRUISE

Sunday with Michelle L’Amour