Last week, a woman I barely know joked that I was a “good-time girl” during a dance class which was held at 9 in the morning.
And I loved it!
Just as much as I love a good time!
As for being referred to as a girl, well that was refreshing compared to the week before last when a man I was in line with referred to me as a mature woman.
Not that there’s anything wrong with being mature,
just a shock that a young, hot, good-time party girl such as myself is not being perceived accurately these days.
Anyway, not the point of this cartoon.
This cartoon exists to recall what it was like to be a good-time party girl at the beginning of the party, and at the end of the party.