And always with the whining about the broken toe

Last night I went with a couple of friends from the restaurant to my very first drag show. And one of the dancers, she was hot. Mostly I was jealous of her legs which began at her neck, and her ability to move around the stage. She was a mesmerizing combination of beauty and power. Our friend, who was also one of the performers, came out in a feathery leotard for her second routine and now I am just wondering where I can get one of those? Because Bud? Well, no, Bud would laugh his ass off, but still. Ultimately we had to leave a little early because someone's toe got stomped on and when we piled back into the car, the conversation went like this, "Wait, why are we in such a hurry to leave again?" "Because you stomped on my toe! And I seriously think it might be broken!" "Oh, Ooooh, that was you? I knew I hit someone's foot pretty hard..."