We waited for what seemed like an eternity in the Boomers line last night and I had every opportunity to try and charm you, but I failed. It's not every night that you find yourself standing next to the perfect mix of sexy-cute. I should have said more, should have tried harder and been more inquisitive, but I didn't want to come on too strong.

But then we ran into each other inside. Weeeellll more like I had a goofy little dance off with your friend (which btw, I think a rematch is in order). You weren't dancing much at that point, but then Straight Outta Compton filled the air and there it was:

The prettiest girl in the room and quite possibly the city - the girl you picture taking home to your parents or sitting in front of a fireplace in some expensive chalet in Switzerland - is also a beast on the dance floor! The hair's flying, the sea foam heels are side stepping - THIS GIRL'S GOT SWAG! I couldn't help just stop and think to myself "Where did this girl come from?!"

Until next time Boomers Blue Dress Bombshell. —Party Shirt Pickle