I had waaaaay too much wine.

I have a story to tell today.
A story of a drunken evening and a dance back into my early 20s.
Believe me, it's rare that I have anything exciting to tell about my personal life these days, so there's fodder for a juicy blog post. And I could get into details and mention scandalous words and see the sitemeter on my blog go nuts.
However.
My father reads my blog. My friends. Colleagues and a million other randoms.
So, I'm having a sort of internal ethical blog debate. How much do I reveal of this incident? Of others? At what cost? To myself? To other people?
Where do we draw the curtains on the false familiarity of cyberspace? Not everyone needs to know everything about everyone else.
Right?
Um
Right?
As I sat down to write today, I debated and debated about what to write. Although I may have appeared to be in my early 20s last evening, I am not, and with my maturity comes a cautious protectiveness of my privacy.
So, gentle reader, you will not get details, and I will leave my Saturday evening to your imagination.
Doesn't that make it more interesting, anyway?
Hope you have enjoyed your weekend. It's been beautiful in Seattle.
-- The Single Gal