29th
School teacher gets me Hot, leaves me Cold while dancing to Katy Perry at bar.
Remember that denim vest your second grade school teacher used to wear? I don’t. Good thing I met a second grade teacher at the bar who was wearing one just like it. Every time she asked me a question, I raised my hand before answering. Boy, was my shoulder sore by the end of the night.
But not from all the hand raising. From raising so many bottles of MGD 64 to my light beer-loving lips. And let’s just say I got a little too enthusiastic when slamming my 64 calories while cutting a rug next to Ms. McTeacher to the beat of Katy Perry’s “Hot N Cold”—I spilled some on her denim vest, putting a wet spot right below the stitched-on ABCs. “Don’t worry,” she told me, “this one’s not in rotation anymore.”
I didn’t get a gold star at the end of the night, but I did get her number. When I called it the next morning, the school district secretary answered on the other end. When I asked if she was wearing a denim vest, she hung up. I guess as professions go, school teachers are Hot, N secretaries are Cold.
