When every one of us first walked into the ballroom, I was wishing I had worn something more than a strapless dress.
I was shivering from how low the temperature control had been set.
I made the comment that I felt care about I was going to turn into a snowman & 1 of the men with us put his suit coat around our shoulders. Four glasses of wine & 5 dances later, I was handing him his suit coat & pulling him onto the dance floor. He laughed & said it looked care about I wasn’t minding the cool air anymore. I waved our hand in front of our face & told him they could really turn the air conditioner even lower. Five hours later, all the men had vacated our tables, leaving just the ladies resting there. I asked what happened to the guys? Gena said they had all gone on a mission. They were in search of the temperature control so they could turn it down. They didn’t want their men to be so sizzling they refused to have fun. The people I was with and I all laughed as every one of us spied them peeking under curtains & skulking in corners. Fortunately, as every one of us sat there, every one of us got cool again & every one of us were ready to start dancing again. When they returned, they hadn’t found the temperature control, but they found several bottles of unattended wine & brought them back for us. The people I was with and I were drinking & dancing, & they forgot all about finding the temperature control. I still could have gone with a bit more air conditioner, but it wasn’t worth giving up all the fun every one of us were having. A little A/C isn’t worth losing scarce time with friends when you’re young.