Bore no more, ha, ha, ha

Roz loose again! Lock your doors! Last night was thirsty thursday/80's night @ the Old Bay. Roz and her gal pal are off again, this time the place was jam packed. Upon arrival Roz was greeted by numerous friends, long lost friends, acquaintances, and strange men. Chewing the fat, here and there. Roz fished down several vodka & tonic's (a couple of shots) and she was loose on the dance floor -dancing and grinding with anyone that came her way. When closing time came Roz was shouting, "where IS the after PARTY!" Time to go- Roz was like Dorthy in the Wizard of Oz, because she had collected several mates to go on the ultimate quest for an after party (which is never hard to find). On arrival to the after party Roz and gal pal #2 (gal pal #1 was M.I.A) made a beeline for the basement -for thats where the tunes where coming from. POLE!!! POLE!!! Oh yes there was a pole in the basement. Roz was in her natural habitat, she spent the rest of her night hogging the pole. You go! Take it off!