thought : sunday "sabor"

spaghetti, spamoni, soda, and a happy birthday later. we walked, literally next door to a local modern disco. linebacker status checking our id's - blessed with free! 10:21! nine minutes short of the deadline. two by two by 1, gentlemen i am, i had to hold the door open for current company. red-striped double fisted, then off to the empty dance floor. "a rump pa pumnp" with laser beams making the reggae mix. making due, i chose to go with the flow. shuffle to and fro. red boots knee high with butter fly thighs taking the spotlight drawing my eyes. time flies when fun applies. late night people watch, holiday congestion. darkness then bright lights followed by a herding of unwanted cattle. inventory check, check! and were out the door two less and into a cab ride home.