On a whim. Out of boredom. Just because we felt like it.
Magne and I have been friends since we were four. He was the prickly bully who made fun of my pigtails and I was the tomboy who raised my chubby left leg in retaliation. Mother Goose would not have been the same without him. An act of fate brought us together 2002 when we chanced upon each other in a restaurant. We have become partners-in-crime ever since. His stories make me laugh and our friendship is one of the most honest ones I have had.
Back to all the gatecrashin' shenanigans. Being leos both of us, we had a flair for derring-do and winky-dinkys. We were headed home post dinner when we got curious and went to a party that had gathered in the center of the Piazza just to be spectators. But after finishing half a bottle of good Russian vodka, I whispered to him, "Hey, go over to the mobile guy and request Lady Gaga's Bad Romance...just one for the road." And of course, it never is just one song is it? We ended up dancing the night away amidst strangers who were forcefeeding us vodkas by demand. (I shit you not.) We probably got away with Mr and Miss Congeniality and even got invited to the after-party!!! (Once again, I shit you not!)
One of the most laughable and refreshing nights to come in awhile.
More to come, Magne. To the bottom half of that vodka and another wild gatecrash.
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