I still haven't managed to wash off the hand stamp

Nicki, John, and I went dancing on Saturday night at the Matrix in the theatre district. It was quite fun. The Matrix has cages and an 80s new wave room. Awesome.

A pattern has begun to develop as far as our dancing is concerned. Nicki does not like to dance in front of John and opts to watch instead. John and I dance together, but I try to maintain some distance so if there are any cute boys watching they know that I am not with John. Once, while I was a bit tipsy, I pushed John away from and accused him of "ruining my game." John usually tries to channel David Bowie and Mick Jagger circa 1976. I try to look bored while moving my limbs and shaking my ass a little. Nicki stands there and laughs.