Before the days of gays and parades on the daily, Mr. Jeffrey Beene and I were forced to communicate via our primitive cellular devices and actually coordinate conjugal visits to the hills of crest. Now I know this may confuse those of you who are used to us being attached at the hip and have watched us conquer that town without ever smudging our mascara, but it's true.
Enter the FaceTime Dance Party.
Now if you're unfamiliar with FaceTime,
Fast forward to when Jeff and I finally lived in Hillcrest, where if we couldn't walk to it then it wasn't worth going to. FaceTime Dance Parties evolved into Backalley Dance Parties and Pants Off Dance Offs. If you don't have an iPhone, you too can take part in these
This is what I pictured:
Just wait for it... This is gonna be the next big thing in the WWWWWF...