Palm springs part one

our first night we fell into a fancy bar
called
blame it on midnight
where its karaoke with only one singer
he passed out musical instruments for us to play
we ended up leaving after our dance-a-thon there
and as we were walking to the street fair
andrea pulls out the tamberine from her purse.
She is officially a member of my
gang of mischief... she must have heard the rumors
all true.
the rest of the night is a haze...
we ended up at the village inn
doing the chicken dance with some
indie boys (who played the tamberine suspeciously well..)