musical, lyrical and gastronomical!
DESPITE various recommendations...I've never held a dislike for carbs. Well that was until Saturday night. Here's how the night panned. It began with a fun evening at a Reds game and then, as a friend of mine describes, we went "wacko at the cacko" meaning my housemate, Jess and I enjoyed few beverages at the Caxton Hotel. Incase you haven't realised from being exposed to my blog once or twice (or never)...I enjoy dancing. Even more so when I'm out and by about 1am in the morning I think I'm the world's best contemporary or interpretive dancer. Fortunately, at that time of the morning, no one is likely to judge... the good dancers went home at 10pm. Anyway....while I was busting out thinking I had moves like Jagger. ..I started dancing with this group of guys, one of which was named James....at least that's what he told me his name was. For all I know it could have been Judas...as least that would have giving me some inkling of his ca