Cherry Hazards

We went to Cherry again last weekend.
During the night, I left the dance floor to use the restroom. I hadn't been in there at Cherry before. I walked in, and was surrounded by mirrors. All of the stalls were mirrored. I looked down the hallway of stalls, and saw a girl walking back towards me. So I stopped to let her walk by. And she stopped too. I wondered what she was doing for a minute, and then realized that she was me. I turned around and tried to find my way into a stall. This proved too difficult for me also, and the restroom attendant had to take pity on me by opening a stall door and ushering me in. I felt pretty darned smooth.
Towards the end of the night, we all were standing by a wall because the music had switched over from hip-hop to trans. I hate house music, so that was about the end of it for me. P&AF decided that was the perfect time to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder. He also decided that it would be good to twirl me around in this position. It may have been a good idea, but unfortunately, during the twirl, he smashed my head into the wall. He put me down, and I just kept yelling, "Ow, ow, ow, my ear, my ear," and laughing.
That was the end of the night.