This is what happens when I don't work on the weekend.

Last night was fun. There was pole dancing (which requires a surprising amount of core and upper body strength), late dinner at Les Halles, and karaoke bolstered by fruity fruity drinks.

(Me: "My arms are sort of sore today."
Jo: "My entire ass is sore."
Me: "You did too much ass popping! You totally broke your ass! LO-fucking-L!
Jo: "Both cheeks are on fire!"
Me: "Wooo, girl. You need to put some ice on that ass."
Jo: "I am gonna take some Motrin.")

I felt like quoting Murtaugh on the train ride back home last night, as we fought to stay awake.