Have You Seen My Beeper?

It could have been the half-dozen or so double-blackberry mojitos I steadied myself with while dancing the night away at a club I have lovingly dubbed Ass By 11:00.

Or the fact that I gorged on a heavenly trifecta of double-battered swordfish, Georgia prawns and Absinthe.

Or perhaps it was even because I got lost in the angel eyes of a no-nonsense substitute teacher/Jazzercise! instructor from Glendale with grind-appeal rivaling only the 50 year old Lisa Rinna we fell in love with in the late 90s.

But all Denny Dance knows right now is that he's down one topaz Model D-23 Unication pager, and the lights of the Greater Phoenix Metroplex's social scene have gone dark right along with it.

Please bring Bonita home,
Denny DelVecchio