What wasn’t perfect about the Luxury Spot Fashion Week party at Aspen Social Club?
The event was at a prime location, there was an open bar, beautiful people to look at, and most importantly- a dance floor equipt with a great DJ to end the night. Who doesn’t like to end the night on the dance floor? I know I do. A great DJ is essential, and we had one. Did I mention that the dance floor also serves to be a great indicator of how much alcohol one has consumed? It’s true. 

That’s how you gentlemen pick your ladies at the end of the night, no? Depending on how low a sister gets determines who gets a one way ticket to love land.
Before proceeding, there are a few directions to follow before reading this post.
Fast forward to 1:09
Click PLAY.
Now, continue to read this post.
I’m a firm believer that at least ONCE (twice if you are lucky) in everyones life, someone just walks (or in this case-dances) in and etches a solid memory of them in your brain. It’s kinda like a “Woah hey! remember me? if you don’t you will soon! Watch this!!” You know, one of those people that do crazy shit that you know you will NEVER forget.

 Well on September 10th, 2009 I met that person, and I’m sure if you were at the event, you will know EXACTLY who I’m talking about.
Ladies and gentlemen- I bring you a woman who I would like to call, LAY-DEE-bUg.
That’s right. Like Lady-GaGa, but much more dangerous. This woman worked her way around the floor like an effin Gazelle. Amazing moves, amazing attire, 100% party. Maybe a little bit more, but definitely nothing less. This woman bled good vibes. A perfect fixture for ANY party.
Obviously by looking at these pictures, 

you know I had the pleasure of hitting the floor with this woman. Why would I get myself involved you may be asking yourself? I love nothing more than a good dance partner (let’s face it, people who are too shy to dance suck), and also because I simply can’t help myself.
How many times did she tell me she loved the open bar and TheLuxurySpot.com? Too many to count-but I’m sure it was somewhere in the hundreds.

 We flossed with her scarf, and we danced damn near close to every song that came on. She even got lucky and tongue kissed some guy in a suit. It was kind of hot. Thank God it wasn’t my boyfriend. 


Pelvic thrusts and grinding was only the half of it.
In relationships, along with good comes some bad- and this dance floor relationship (although somewhat short lived) had just enough time to experience the bad. As I know some of you witnessed (and tried to save me after wards, and I thank you) I got licked. Lay-DEE-effin-bUg LICKED me. Where you ask? My chest. My effin’ CHEST. Now, you may be wondering- where does Michael Jackson’s song “The Way You Make Me Feel” come into play? Well- it’s a great, fun song right? WELL halfway through this great song is when she felt it was appropriate to LICK my chest. Yes. You read it right. AGAIN- She LICKED my chest. I don’t know what compelled her to do so, but she did. Maybe I had some pinkberry on my chest from my previous stop earlier in the night, but she obviously felt it was the right thing to do.
With that said, please turn off the Michael Jackson, and while reading the next part, please keep in mind Budweisers “Real Men of Genius” jingle.
“Today we salute you, Lay-DEE-bUg. Because not only do you rock a bitchin’ scarf that comes in handy for flossin’- but you are the only one we all know that can totally pull of a over-sized long sleeve shirt with lady bugs allover it (oversizedlongsleeveshirtwithladybugsalloverit!) to a totally ritzy event. So crack into a cold bottle, and get ready to lick some tits. The night belongs to you.”
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