Photos courtesy of Marcie.
Last night went from a mellow night out that looked like it would end early and calmly to splitting off along with Marcie, meeting up with Brit and others, and ending the night late at Barbarella and beyond.
Barbarella went from a mellow night of people-watching the dance floor from the bar with Brit & Mar (and getting endearingly called “Where’s Waldo” by the tender of the bar [outfit + glasses = my mistake]) to discovering A: Barbarella has an upstairs area with 1: a bar and 2: a dance floor, and B: the newly-discovered upstairs dance floor had the most enticing potential dance partner I’ve ever watched dance alone.
What I thought would be just one song and a high five turned into five songs and a handshake. At some point shit got real (hot, literally) and as you can see, he got down to his undershirt.