My best friend and I walked into one of our favorite bars, just on the edge of Shem Creek on the way to one of the beaches in lovely Charleston. We got our IDs checked at the door and walked to the bar before, of course, making a grand appearance on the Dance Floor. Instantly, my best friend was greeted by a skateboarder-looking boy- very cute. And he offered to buy both of us a drink. A couple shots later, it was clear he was trying to get to her. I took the hint and made my way to the dance floor. Instantly, a guy approached me inquiring of my song request. I thought of a song that I don't mind dancing alone to. A song from my skating rink years, of which I spent five years of My Teenage life there. Two songs later, DJ unk's Two Step came on and I got busy. The preppy girls around me looked confused that it wasn't a chainsmoker song and were unsure what moves to make. I basked in the glory and didn't cease my movements for the entirety of 2 minutes and 48 seconds. Following the song, The DJ waved me over. He inquired of more songs for me to play, to which I rattled them off faster than he could type them. We engaged in conversation and he offered to buy me a beer. The Sam Adams made its way into my unpolished fingers and the conversation continued. "So... I'm pretty relieved to see you and your friend aren't together." " What? She's over there at the bar." "Yeah I know. I just meant we thought y'all were together." "Yeah we are. We always go to bars and clubs together." "No no no I mean together- together." "What? Why?" "Y'all were really close to each other and gave off that vibe." "What vibe? Why?" [No comment] "well... Which one of us would be the lipstick?" "Honey, don't ask questions you don't want the answer to." Appalled and slightly outraged, I made my way to the dance floor in silence. Anyone that knows me knows that silence for Stephanie is a huge deal. Like colossal. Eventually, he made his way over to the dance floor to dance with me on some of my requests and gave me his card. He invited me to a pool party and I said I don't go anywhere new without my bestie. He said of course she's invited to as long as we promise not to make out. After the second largest I roll of my life, I met back up with the best friend and hit the pavement. For some reason unbeknownst to me, I texted him the next day. So it was probably because of boredom and inquiry of the party. I tested him to see if you remembered how many girls he gave his number to the night prior. He failed the test. Bombed it. Needed to stay for study hall which I was not orchestrating. Then, when I stopped responding, he texted might check is this thing on. That's when I was done. As if accusing me of being a lesbian was not enough, that was what tipped me off. Les.b.honest..... it's a spinning record Cake!You don't "spin me right round like a record right round." But this cheesecake does. Simply create or purchase the crust of your choice. Concoct a beautiful cream cheese cheesecake and separate the batter into two separate Bowls.
One bowl keep in its glorious cheesecake state and the other add red food coloring sparingly and stir. Keep adding until you reach your desired tint of pink. Then, scoop White into the pie shell by a measuring cup. Next, a cup of the pink. And so on and so forth until you're done. Bake for 50 minutes on 350. It will take a lot better than being called a lesbian and then being treated like you're just one of the groupies. At least I got a Samuel Adams and a good blog post out of it.
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