So i've always been very anti-Inn.
(The Inn=the only hangout in Malibu. Tuesday nights, it's the place to be for drunken Pepperdine kids and wacko locals. Laaame.)
However, Christina really wanted to go this week, and I have a car. So they Dragged me:
I love to dance as much as the next person, but it was packed as all get-outt. like rediculous.
It's okay, though. It was only because it was the last Inn of the year, and there was a band and the music was decent, so it wasn't half bad. Besides, I ran into the guy i've had a strange artistic crush on all year as we were leaving. He asked me to dance, but realized that it was already closing. Freaking adorable, remembered my name. Said that it was too bad that it was almost summer. Pretty much made my night, for someone who's been totally uninterested in boys the past month. hmmmmmmm. :)