Dancing the night away on Friday at Kitsch-Inn, cigarette in one hand, cocktail in another, and who appears at my side in bio-hazard jumpsuit (slurring her words, swaying and swerving on the dancefloor) but a redheaded Andrea Booze-wah (just what is the correct spelling of her name anyway?). A drunken dirty dance ensued for a song or too, but then I sensed that something more was desired (the dance was fun, but only that). Sorry, but she doesn't fit the bill for me (they have to be a borough or NJ boy with issues, particularly catholic guilt over craving the special girls)...
However, it was good to see Andrea and that she is still the party girl...