Slapstastic

Saturday  night started out as any other evening out on the town with the ladies. 

At some point during the night I had mentioned hat we should keep each other accountable to not make the kissy face that drunk girls are commonly accused (rightfully) of doing.  Within a couple of seconds of my suggestion Tiffany deemed that the punishment should be a slap across the cheek.  I was still making the face as a deomnstration when my dear friend Staci thought that she should take that very early opportunity to start the night of slapping.

In the middle of the dance floor Staci slapped me across the cheek...I would call it a medium slap.  I could feel it, but it did not leave a mark or a sting.  My reflexes automatically took over and I returned her slap with a big juicy slapstastic slap. It was so hard that I've been told that you could hear it over the club music that was ringing in our ears.  This second and escelated slap caused one of the most ridiculous dance floor giggle-fests that I've ever been a part of (and I've been a member of many giggle fests).

Once we were out of the club, walking to the afterparty, Tiffany convinced me that I deserved another slap due to my unpredictable and uncalled-for follow-up slap,. Shortly after this was mentioned I felt if across my face.  Time went into slow motion while my face went one direction and my hair the other.  That was a good slap!  It left it's mark (not actually).

True story.