At the theatre formal

Drunk Girl that I've met once: (to me) I know this girl! This girl and I have fun! (proceeds to make me dance with her) I love this girl!

Boy on boy kisses on stage (theatre majors are my heroes).

Me: Can I have a fuzzy navel?
Bartender: We don't have any peach schapps.
Me: Um. Hmm. Can I have a Singapore Sling?
Bartender: Can't do that either.
Me: Okay. How about a cosmopolitan?
Bartender: How about just cranberry and vodka?
Me: Is there much else?
Bartender: No.
Me: Okay then.

Good lord I love dancing. It makes me happy on the inside, turns my crank and sets me freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.