So... last night was fun. I went out to dinner with my parents and Hazue. My dad had a conniption over how big the bill was - its been a while since they've taken both Hazue and I out for sushi at a nice restaurant. But what did they expect with taking us out right after tennis practice?
After dinner I met up with
brazilian_baldy at the Arcade and we played DDR for a while. Apparently we impressed some girls and next thing I know they and Jackal were dragging me out of the arcade and to some club. Turns out Jackal told them it was my birthday, and he and they didn't think going to an arcade was a good way to spend it. I think he just wanted to go dance with the girls.
Turns out the club was a gay bar and there were gogo dancers wearing next to nothing dancing up on a stage with poles. I don't know what changed their mind, but Jackal tapped me on the shoulder saying that we'd been ditched by the girls. But we were there and the music was good, so we started dancing. Some guy came up and offered to buy me a drink, but I told him that I don't drink. He seemed kind of pissed off about that, but whatever.
We lost track of time and wound up getting home an hour after curfew. We reeked of smoke from the club. My mom freaked out so much about it that she had to go to the hospital. She's fine and the baby is fine, but my birthday party for today has been called off because she needs to rest. It sucks, but she said maybe, if I'm really good this week, we could do something next weekend instead.