Every Rose Has Its Thorn

It was right before Christmas and I was in New York with three of my favorite party gurls–Louisa, Brooke, and Cory. After racking up a huge dinner tab that was 86% alcoholic beverages and one other pitstop, we decided to end the night at Louisa’s #1 stomping ground: Planet Rose karaoke bar. One look around at the zebra-print couches, tacky Christmas lights, and overall “weird party in a friend’s basement” vibe and I knew I was going to love this place. Louisa grabbed us free beers from the bar (she knows people), promptly got on the mic (she can also, like, actually sing), and I put in my request to belt out Pat Benatar’s “We Belong.” Then we spotted these fellas:

We couldn’t tell if they were for real or dressed “ironically” (as Brooke put it) with their pants pulled up too high and one of them wearing a yamaka(ish). But before we could even figure it out, the more attractive one (thank God) pulled me onto the dance floor. Brooke got stuck with his not-so-cute friend (which is okay, because she has a boyfriend).

I’ll let the video speak for itself.

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And this is why you should only dance with people your own size.

 

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