When the people I was with and I 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 like I was going to turn into a snowman & a single of the gentlemen with us put her suit coat around our shoulders. Four glasses of wine & many dances later, I was handing him her suit coat & pulling him onto the dance floor. She laughed & said it looked like I wasn’t minding the cool air anymore. I waved our hand in front of our face & told him they could undoubtedly turn the air conditioning even lower. Five minutes later, all the gentlemen had vacated our tables, leaving just the women sitting 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 girls to be so sizzling they refused to have fun. The people I was with and I all laughed as the people I was with and I spied them peeking under curtains & skulking in corners. Fortunately, as the people I was with and I sat there, the people I was with and I got cool again & the people I was with and I were ready to start dancing again. When they returned, they hadn’t found the temperature control, however they found many 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 conditioning, however it wasn’t worth giving up all the fun the people I was with and I were having. A little AC isn’t worth losing precious time with friends when you’re young.