kalischild

So last night, at the club, I find myself dancing next to, of all people, she-who-is-known-as-Nixon.

This, in it's own way, sucks.

One the one hand, girl is having a blast with her sisters, and pretty obviously needs nothing else to improve her night.

On the other hand, girl is HAWT, and I don't expect her to be within flirting range any time in the foreseable future.

On the other hand, girl is probably quite sick of getting flirted at, and if she's looking forward to anything, is looking forward to going home. As in her home.

On the other hand, I have a half pint of Jager in me bag, and the bar closed half an hour ago. And the girl looks punkrawk, was having a blast, and fun people deserve respect, and little gifts. Like Jager.

On the final hand, there's no way to not be creepy if you're walking up to a total stranger at 3 A.M. and asking her to hop into the bathroom to share some mysterious liquid from an open container.

These were the thoughts I grappled with as I noticed two things:

Two notes about Nixon:

She looks taller in her sets.

At least from a distance, she appears to totally kick ass.