Amber was in full-effect that night. Every time Lawrence would look away, Amber would start dancing all sexy and freaking him from behind without touching him. Do you know how hard it is to dance all fast behind someone without touching them and accidentally giving yourself away? Girl's got skills.
Afterwards we went to Piano's where Amber totally won the "see who get a better photo with this guy" contest. Red gloves? Two sets of handcuffs? Bondage collar? There's so much going on here I don't even know where to start the joke.
And it wasn't long before I started egging them on to pose with unsuspecting strangers (not an easy thing to pull off when there are only like 3 people in the whole bar).
And hey, remember this guy? So he's sort of been sitting on the side watching our dance party and when Amber asked him if he wanted to dance he said "How about we all smoke a jay instead?" And busted out this big, brown, gorilla finger of a joint.
I'm not a big fan of pot, but once in a blue moon, like in the middle of an impromptu afterhours dance party, it's just what the docta ordered. (PS - Look at everones' faces in this pic. So great).
