How I fell in Zouk....apparently

I was in Zouk a couple of Fridays ago.

I was apparently drunk.

I was apparently pouting.

I was apparently trying to dance.

I apparently fell.

*PLOP*

Friend No, 6 and The Queen apparently stared at me.

They apparently laughed.

They apparently picked me up.

I apparently cried in embarrassment.

I apparently continued dancing (because I’m all spunk. Meow!)

I say ‘apparently’ because I have no recollection of this particular incident thus it's all hearsay.

And I am reporting this in my blog because Friend No. 4 dared me to.

;p