Painting the Town Strawberry
Since I have been unemployed for three whole months now, I have been living the life of a hermitess. I do not go out as much as I would like to because I do not drive, plus, staying home is a good way to avoid the general public at all costs. My preference to dealing with people is through Myspace.com or catching up on current events. People are really crazy, thus, I am really crazy. So, trying not to sway away from what I originally wanted to post, I will continue on with my story about spreading my social wings and venturing outside of my parents' house Friday night. A friend of mine, who I will refer to as S., sent me a message through Myspace.com. She wanted to hang out because we had not seen each other for three whole frickin' months. I accepted her invitation and she rounded up the usual suspects and decided to meet up at Applebee's.
One out of the four of us bailed out because he is seriously a pussy whipped man-boy. He is a better person without a girlfriend, but when he does have one, um... It was just S., G. and me since E. bailed out due to undisclosed reasons (*cough* castration *cough*). I, as always, was late because I had to find a last minute ride. Once I got there, we all had some form of alcoholic beverage. I got that of the STRAWBERRY MARGARITA kind. YUM!
I am sort of lazy to finish writing in detail about how the rest of the night went. Here is a laundry list of the rest of the night's events:
We all went to a strip club to see if one of our mutual friends was working that night. She got fired a week before, but I did see a young woman I found on Myspace.com working there as a cocktail waitress (she is a friend of a friend). Surprsingly, there were a lot of attractive broads there. Sometimes, there are not.
I hate Stockton, CA and, for the first time, I entered one of its real life bars. It was okay. I miss the ones in San Francisco where I could find a schizophrenic black man bumming a smoke off of a fabulous looking transvestite.
Went to another one of Stockton's fine bars and danced my ass off to really bad contemporary pop music.
After a swig of three beers, I was relaxed, but did not reach my usual goal of getting completely hammered (no money for ten more beers).
Fell asleep and woke-up with a slight headache.
Knowing me and my reclusive ways, I will not indulge myself in the nightlife for a long while. Thank GAWD, although strip clubs are an exception.
One out of the four of us bailed out because he is seriously a pussy whipped man-boy. He is a better person without a girlfriend, but when he does have one, um... It was just S., G. and me since E. bailed out due to undisclosed reasons (*cough* castration *cough*). I, as always, was late because I had to find a last minute ride. Once I got there, we all had some form of alcoholic beverage. I got that of the STRAWBERRY MARGARITA kind. YUM!
I am sort of lazy to finish writing in detail about how the rest of the night went. Here is a laundry list of the rest of the night's events:
Knowing me and my reclusive ways, I will not indulge myself in the nightlife for a long while. Thank GAWD, although strip clubs are an exception.