I always thought it was an anti-climax. Party is in full swing, kiss your sweetie, and then everybody gets their coats and start to leave. Whoopie! Fun! Us old fogeys go to bed early.
September 13, 2014
I always thought it was an anti-climax. Party is in full swing, kiss your sweetie, and then everybody gets their coats and start to leave. Whoopie! Fun! Us old fogeys go to bed early.