Do you ever wake up with the feeling that it's just gonna be a really, really good day? That's how Stephen's starting out his morning, and I'll be damned if he's not onto something. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and — for the first time in a long time — Stephen feels like dancing again. (Which is actually a huge deal, seeing as he hasn't set foot on the D-floor since his and Tiffany's Dirty Dancing wedding incident six years ago... In short: He had a massive butt spasm in the middle of the "Time of My Life" lift during their first dance, dropped sweet Tiffany like a hot sack of potatoes, and immediately fled the premises in shame, while Tiffany stumbled away with a severe concussion, fractured clavicle, 17 stitches, and a dark, unshakable vow to one day wreak havoc on the life of the man who so magnificently ruined her own. But perhaps all of that is a story for another time.) What matters now is that it's all in the past, and, today, Stephen just feels like letting loose. So here's to you, stud — keep dancing like nobody's watching (or plotting against you)!
Yours in thirst,
Lincoln (@marytodd_)
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