there i was, stranded in a country western bar
and drunk, duh
granted it was the last stop of our stag-bar crawl
(fyi the peelers were uninspired)
[had they notve been my blog name might read
...'who-is-trixey-and-why-is-her-name-tatooed-on-my-ass']

i digress
i do that {i'm convinced its entertaining}

this anecdote has me in the middle of the teeming dance floor
by my lonesome
sans pardner
i reckon most guys woulda grabbed the nearest gal
and started two-steppin

not bern (thats me)
i get in the face of the hottest annie oakley
and with beer soaked bravado, ask:
"so, wanna form a congo line?"

bern shares
bv)