While awaiting the Hooligan & his bad bunny for our random themed date nights I learned how to play darts. My boo hung his Red Lion Wine & Spirits cabinet of cork, chalk, and flying sharps, then proceeded to lay out the basics- note that I spaz a bit and ricochet darts off the porch and zing 1 into the outside stereo speaker. Good job! I begin drinking liberally, and start to ferociously rock out to the 80's hair metal drifting from speakers. When Joan Jet came on I squeed in fan girl-y glee executing the random shimmy jig, and upon my turn become lethal compatant dart girl. WTF? Witness my idiosyncratic glory.
