I can have fun, don't tell anyone.

I went to a bachelorette party on Saturday night. Yes, I was apart of a group of giggling females with one lucky girl walking around with a mini veil. (I wasn’t jealous of her AT ALL! Seriously, I wasn’t it.) It was kinda fun. And I’m a stick in the mud. I mean I can be. But, we ate great food, drank some spirits, and danced the night away. I wasn’t looking for a good time, but I it found me. I was ready to be pissy and mean, but I laughed and cracked jokes on all the rhythmless guys dancing. Of course, we had our share of Eight-Armed freaks to deal with, but of course, I handled it with grace: only called one guy a jack***...well one to his face anyway. I consistently amazed at how many people come out to Fourth Street and I’m glad it’s a success. I hope they continue to expand it. A good idea would to make an “older” section: like jazz club or chill out lounge (like Maker’s) for the mature audience who don’t want to do anything “just a little bit.” Oh, and we need another little shop or store other than Fashion Shop. I’m not sure why Dillard’s felt it necessary to leave, anytime I was in there people were shopping, but I’m also not sure why they have a whole store in the Mall dedicated to men’s clothes that’s ALWAYS empty. So, I had fun, somebody call Ripely’s. (I truly need a attitude adjustment....I’ve got one on layaway.)