Another installment of the this would only happen to Alyson series
So I went out with Anna and Angie and 2 of their friends on Saturday. First we went to some wack place downtown that I have never heard of before and that cost 10 dollars to get in (I was so missing no cover and 4 dollar drinks and free popcorn at Caseys). It was like a festivle of the island people, and of corse I was like one of 3 white people. But whatever I'm use to it. So after like 30 min they decided we should leave and go to JJ Whispers. So I volunteered to drive since I was working on Sunday and didnt really feel like spending the day at work hungover. Lesson 1 never be sober when you know you are going to be placed 7,000 miles outside of your comfrot zone. So I am driving 4 obnixously drunk girls around. And they are all screaming in my ear but I am only slightly annoyed b/c I missed Anna and Angie and was really glad to see them.
We get to JJ Whispers, which I am sure none of you have ever been to or will ever go to because I am sure as hell not going back. 99% sure I was the ONLY white girl there. And it was so packed I could barly move. So we go into V.I.P. which didnt seem so important becasue there were some fat people, some ugly people, and some old people, and VIP should contain none of the afore mentioned. So we are standing near the bar and some guy is all yelling about his Gucci shoes whateve (they were pretty nice, like winter whie suede whith the hores bit) I mean its all fine and good to wear Gucci shoes, but if you wear them to the club you should know that they are going to get ruined (honestly suede to a club who does that) and don't stand there and yell about your Gucci shoes it pretencious, but I'm pretty sure he just wanted everyone to know that he was wearing expensive GUCCI shoes. So that song "Make it Rain" comes on and this guy freaks the fuck out, takes out this huge wad of fresh one dollar bills and starts throwing them in the air. It was literally raining money. and at first I was like what the FUCK is this nut doing, who just throws money in the air for fun, then I realize everyone is on the ground picking it up so of corse I join in. Money is money. So we are all squatting on the floor picking up handfuls of one dollar bills and stuffing them in our handbags. I made back everything I spent that night PLUS 9 dollars. Angie got like 30 and Anna got like 25, the other girl with us got 40! I'm sure he only did that so he could get a good laugh over people picking up wet money off the floor. I would bet 100 bucks on the fact that he is a nobody who drives like a dodge neon and lives in a box, with 500,000 dollars in credit card debt. What a moron.
The night then got progressivly worse. I was getting such a headach from all the cigar smoke and I really wanted to leave. I stood in the corner and just pouted. That was the longest night of my life!
I took them all home, and drove home, and I didnt get in bed till 4:30. I was annoyed and I vowed to never go back out with them again if they were taking me somewhere like that.
I did however have a pretty good time people watching. Some of those hair do's defyed gravity. It was rahter interesting. That and some of the things those girls queeze into. There was this one girl in no lie, white leggings that you could see all her fat dimples throuh and a like shortish green blouse thing (def only came to the top of the leggings) a yellow necklace and like a big green bangel, yellow bangel, and white bangel, big plastic yellow eaarings, and like yellow knee high patent leather boots. I was so mad at her outfit, but I was even more mad at her friends that told her it looked hot.
SO yea cultural exprience sure, got some new dance moves lol, and some hair and clothes styling tips...NOT! Please god can we go back to Caseys sooooooon?!?
We get to JJ Whispers, which I am sure none of you have ever been to or will ever go to because I am sure as hell not going back. 99% sure I was the ONLY white girl there. And it was so packed I could barly move. So we go into V.I.P. which didnt seem so important becasue there were some fat people, some ugly people, and some old people, and VIP should contain none of the afore mentioned. So we are standing near the bar and some guy is all yelling about his Gucci shoes whateve (they were pretty nice, like winter whie suede whith the hores bit) I mean its all fine and good to wear Gucci shoes, but if you wear them to the club you should know that they are going to get ruined (honestly suede to a club who does that) and don't stand there and yell about your Gucci shoes it pretencious, but I'm pretty sure he just wanted everyone to know that he was wearing expensive GUCCI shoes. So that song "Make it Rain" comes on and this guy freaks the fuck out, takes out this huge wad of fresh one dollar bills and starts throwing them in the air. It was literally raining money. and at first I was like what the FUCK is this nut doing, who just throws money in the air for fun, then I realize everyone is on the ground picking it up so of corse I join in. Money is money. So we are all squatting on the floor picking up handfuls of one dollar bills and stuffing them in our handbags. I made back everything I spent that night PLUS 9 dollars. Angie got like 30 and Anna got like 25, the other girl with us got 40! I'm sure he only did that so he could get a good laugh over people picking up wet money off the floor. I would bet 100 bucks on the fact that he is a nobody who drives like a dodge neon and lives in a box, with 500,000 dollars in credit card debt. What a moron.
The night then got progressivly worse. I was getting such a headach from all the cigar smoke and I really wanted to leave. I stood in the corner and just pouted. That was the longest night of my life!
I took them all home, and drove home, and I didnt get in bed till 4:30. I was annoyed and I vowed to never go back out with them again if they were taking me somewhere like that.
I did however have a pretty good time people watching. Some of those hair do's defyed gravity. It was rahter interesting. That and some of the things those girls queeze into. There was this one girl in no lie, white leggings that you could see all her fat dimples throuh and a like shortish green blouse thing (def only came to the top of the leggings) a yellow necklace and like a big green bangel, yellow bangel, and white bangel, big plastic yellow eaarings, and like yellow knee high patent leather boots. I was so mad at her outfit, but I was even more mad at her friends that told her it looked hot.
SO yea cultural exprience sure, got some new dance moves lol, and some hair and clothes styling tips...NOT! Please god can we go back to Caseys sooooooon?!?