Hottest Girl at the Bar!
"Friend," you say? WTF is that?! Does that even exist?! LOL. Ok, so "friends" do exist. I just don't have that many. I kinda like it that way... Most of the time. Well, all the time. Last night, I couldn't find any one to go to The Dome with me. I mean, I guess I wasn't really ACTIVELY looking or whatever. I guess I really didn't care. I'd already made up my mind that I wanted to go, so that was that. That's how I am. If I wanna do it, and I make up my mind that I'm gonna do it, I do it.
On Friday evening I went to African Dance. I got Olivia to go with me, and she enjoyed it. I think she'll be a regular now. It was GREAT. I was so hyped and pumped afterwards. I got home, and I put on some music, and was dancing all by myself, in the dark, in my room. It was the best thing ever. Then I got my hipscarf and did my thaaaaaaaang! It was SO much fun. That's was when I decided that I would go out dancing the next night (last night). I spoke to Erica in the middle of my dance session. She heard all the noise and I explained what I was doing. She thought I was drunk. I was so happy and hyper and everything. I don't know why I'm not allowed to be energetic and fun unless I'm drunk, but that's another issue. I just assured her that I wasn't, and that I was just having a good time. She started talking about Int'l Night, and I told her I wasn't going. We discussed this for a bit, and I told her that I was REALLY feeling The Dome for Saturday night. She kinda agreed, but without actually stating it. Anyway, Saturday rolled around and she called me from Int'l Night, telling me to come for the after party. I didn't. She called again, and she also said to give her a call when I was heading out. I showered, and took my time getting ready. I had a GREAT time with my makeup, and it looked AWESOME, though no one saw it since everywhere I went was so damn dark. Anyway, I went to Int'l Night after party like 20 minutes before it was over, talked to some people. Olivia agreed to go with me after I said I would pay for her. Then, a few minutes later she said she was too tired. I was rather pissed, but I just flipped my hand in the air, as if to say, "Whatever," I walked away. Erica came shortly after, saying she was tired. That was that. I was like, okay, fuck all them. I went and got my coat, and called myself a cab.
I went to The Dome... Alone. Oh, well. I had a good time. At first, it was kinda not-so-great. It was really crowded. After a while, it grew on me, and I was feeling good. I had a few guys come touch my ass, which was weird, but I told them that where I'm from, we cut the dicks off men who do that. That seemed to solve the problem, until some man can dancing with me. I intentionally turned away from him, like with my right side facing him, dancing more than a foot away. He seemed to think this was just my style, and just put his arm around me, and keep rubbing me in a circular motion, in the area of my ass. WTF?! What is WITH people?! I went to the bar for a drink, and while there, I heard these guys rambling about "the hottest girl at the bar," and I turned around to see this hot mama, only to find that they were talking about me. HAHAHAHA! It was SO funny. One of them looked at me and said, "You know you look like Beyonce?! Yeah, and she needed a wig on. You are HOT!" HAHAHA. I kinda laughed, and said, "Thanks," though I really don't think that someone telling me I look like BEYONCE, of all the effing people in the world, is a compliment. I don't fancy her much. Anyway, he obviously meant it as a compliment, so I took it as one. About an hour later, I was dancing with some guy, and then guys were passing by. I didn't even recognize them until they started hollering about "the hottest girl at the bar," although I was no longer at the bar. I was on the dance floor. HAHAHA. Then, the loudest one started running on with the guy I was dancing with, trying to give him five and shake his hand or something, for being with "the hottest girl at the bar." HILARIOUS! I had lots of jokes.
I got my coat around 3:00am, to get a 30 minute headstart on the cabs. I called one to Five Fisherman which never came. I stood there waiting for like 30 minutes. Then I walked to Subway on Argyle. Called a cab from there too, which never came. The bastards. I meant a group of VERY drunk girls in Subway. They were obviously drunk, talking loudly, and about the most shit. They were trying to get cabs and the people told them it would be at least an hour. One of them, Sarah, started running on about how she and one of the other girls paid $25 for all of them to get there, and that the rest of them need to pay the way home. She kept saying it, taking about it, more and more, over and over. Even after the girls agreed that they were responsible for payinig, she KEPT going ON and ON about it. The girls got upset, and told her she was being a bitch about it, and one of them said, "I'm just gonna call my mom to pick me up if you're gonna be a bitch about it." Some of the other things that girls were saying included that she needed to stop going on about it after they said they would pay, and that they would all find rides and leave her there if she lept bitching. At one point, four of them were outside, and one girl was sitting down eating her sub with the bitchy girl, and a third girl was headed for the door. Sarah said, "Yeah, just LEAVE! Leave with the rest of them!" That third girl was reasoning with everyone. The girls got back inside, and then they started arguing over whether the cost of the cab was $25 or $20. Sarah insisted that it was $25, but everyone else said it was $20. Even the girl who helped them pay told Sarah that it WAS $25, but he let them pay $20, but she put the other bill in her purse or something. Sarah still wasn't hearing it. Then the crazy blonde girl started rambling about how she would just sing opera again if everyone is so upset over 5 bucks. Then it started to come together. She sang Latin opera in the cab on the way downtown, and the driver said, "It gave him chills," so he gave them $5 off. For this reason, blonde chic resolved that if it was such a big deal, she would just sing Italian opera to get them another discount. HAHAHA. Then, she told them that, "This girl right here. GUYS! This girl has to get a cab before us, because she's been waiting for 700 hours. We have to let her have the first cab that comes." Then, a few minutes later, it went down to 300 hours that I was waiting for, but I still had to get a cab first. Eventually, they said some girl's father would give them a drive if they walked to the Casino. They started walking, and blonde chic told me to come with them. By this time, Subway had closed. I mean, this girl was LITERALLY trying to get me a cab. She asked my name. "Don't worry, Alicia! I'm gonna get you a cab tonight! If I have to throw you in myself, I'm gonna get you a cab. Guys! She has to get a cab before ALL OF US! I'm gonna get you a cab, Alicia." HAHAHA. Later on, she told me she would get my 7 cabs if she needed to, and I could put my limbs in different cabs. She would make sure this could happen. After a while, after she'd tried to stop a bunch of cabs, she started waving down random cars. One car with some old man stopped. She looked at me and said, "You wanna get a ride with some creepy old guy? Come on. She gave me her cell number and told me to call her if I needed help and she would get there, and help me. She would definitely save me. She even opened the door for me. HAHAHA. I got in after I saw that there was a meter in the car, even though there was no cab thingy on the roof of the car. Got home at 4:30am. One half hour to get home, but MAN, was it an EVENTFUL, FUN, ENTERTAINING night! That probably wouldn't have happened if I had tag-alongs. WOOHOO! Big WHOOP for going out alone and having a BALL! YAY! :)
On Friday evening I went to African Dance. I got Olivia to go with me, and she enjoyed it. I think she'll be a regular now. It was GREAT. I was so hyped and pumped afterwards. I got home, and I put on some music, and was dancing all by myself, in the dark, in my room. It was the best thing ever. Then I got my hipscarf and did my thaaaaaaaang! It was SO much fun. That's was when I decided that I would go out dancing the next night (last night). I spoke to Erica in the middle of my dance session. She heard all the noise and I explained what I was doing. She thought I was drunk. I was so happy and hyper and everything. I don't know why I'm not allowed to be energetic and fun unless I'm drunk, but that's another issue. I just assured her that I wasn't, and that I was just having a good time. She started talking about Int'l Night, and I told her I wasn't going. We discussed this for a bit, and I told her that I was REALLY feeling The Dome for Saturday night. She kinda agreed, but without actually stating it. Anyway, Saturday rolled around and she called me from Int'l Night, telling me to come for the after party. I didn't. She called again, and she also said to give her a call when I was heading out. I showered, and took my time getting ready. I had a GREAT time with my makeup, and it looked AWESOME, though no one saw it since everywhere I went was so damn dark. Anyway, I went to Int'l Night after party like 20 minutes before it was over, talked to some people. Olivia agreed to go with me after I said I would pay for her. Then, a few minutes later she said she was too tired. I was rather pissed, but I just flipped my hand in the air, as if to say, "Whatever," I walked away. Erica came shortly after, saying she was tired. That was that. I was like, okay, fuck all them. I went and got my coat, and called myself a cab.
I went to The Dome... Alone. Oh, well. I had a good time. At first, it was kinda not-so-great. It was really crowded. After a while, it grew on me, and I was feeling good. I had a few guys come touch my ass, which was weird, but I told them that where I'm from, we cut the dicks off men who do that. That seemed to solve the problem, until some man can dancing with me. I intentionally turned away from him, like with my right side facing him, dancing more than a foot away. He seemed to think this was just my style, and just put his arm around me, and keep rubbing me in a circular motion, in the area of my ass. WTF?! What is WITH people?! I went to the bar for a drink, and while there, I heard these guys rambling about "the hottest girl at the bar," and I turned around to see this hot mama, only to find that they were talking about me. HAHAHAHA! It was SO funny. One of them looked at me and said, "You know you look like Beyonce?! Yeah, and she needed a wig on. You are HOT!" HAHAHA. I kinda laughed, and said, "Thanks," though I really don't think that someone telling me I look like BEYONCE, of all the effing people in the world, is a compliment. I don't fancy her much. Anyway, he obviously meant it as a compliment, so I took it as one. About an hour later, I was dancing with some guy, and then guys were passing by. I didn't even recognize them until they started hollering about "the hottest girl at the bar," although I was no longer at the bar. I was on the dance floor. HAHAHA. Then, the loudest one started running on with the guy I was dancing with, trying to give him five and shake his hand or something, for being with "the hottest girl at the bar." HILARIOUS! I had lots of jokes.
I got my coat around 3:00am, to get a 30 minute headstart on the cabs. I called one to Five Fisherman which never came. I stood there waiting for like 30 minutes. Then I walked to Subway on Argyle. Called a cab from there too, which never came. The bastards. I meant a group of VERY drunk girls in Subway. They were obviously drunk, talking loudly, and about the most shit. They were trying to get cabs and the people told them it would be at least an hour. One of them, Sarah, started running on about how she and one of the other girls paid $25 for all of them to get there, and that the rest of them need to pay the way home. She kept saying it, taking about it, more and more, over and over. Even after the girls agreed that they were responsible for payinig, she KEPT going ON and ON about it. The girls got upset, and told her she was being a bitch about it, and one of them said, "I'm just gonna call my mom to pick me up if you're gonna be a bitch about it." Some of the other things that girls were saying included that she needed to stop going on about it after they said they would pay, and that they would all find rides and leave her there if she lept bitching. At one point, four of them were outside, and one girl was sitting down eating her sub with the bitchy girl, and a third girl was headed for the door. Sarah said, "Yeah, just LEAVE! Leave with the rest of them!" That third girl was reasoning with everyone. The girls got back inside, and then they started arguing over whether the cost of the cab was $25 or $20. Sarah insisted that it was $25, but everyone else said it was $20. Even the girl who helped them pay told Sarah that it WAS $25, but he let them pay $20, but she put the other bill in her purse or something. Sarah still wasn't hearing it. Then the crazy blonde girl started rambling about how she would just sing opera again if everyone is so upset over 5 bucks. Then it started to come together. She sang Latin opera in the cab on the way downtown, and the driver said, "It gave him chills," so he gave them $5 off. For this reason, blonde chic resolved that if it was such a big deal, she would just sing Italian opera to get them another discount. HAHAHA. Then, she told them that, "This girl right here. GUYS! This girl has to get a cab before us, because she's been waiting for 700 hours. We have to let her have the first cab that comes." Then, a few minutes later, it went down to 300 hours that I was waiting for, but I still had to get a cab first. Eventually, they said some girl's father would give them a drive if they walked to the Casino. They started walking, and blonde chic told me to come with them. By this time, Subway had closed. I mean, this girl was LITERALLY trying to get me a cab. She asked my name. "Don't worry, Alicia! I'm gonna get you a cab tonight! If I have to throw you in myself, I'm gonna get you a cab. Guys! She has to get a cab before ALL OF US! I'm gonna get you a cab, Alicia." HAHAHA. Later on, she told me she would get my 7 cabs if she needed to, and I could put my limbs in different cabs. She would make sure this could happen. After a while, after she'd tried to stop a bunch of cabs, she started waving down random cars. One car with some old man stopped. She looked at me and said, "You wanna get a ride with some creepy old guy? Come on. She gave me her cell number and told me to call her if I needed help and she would get there, and help me. She would definitely save me. She even opened the door for me. HAHAHA. I got in after I saw that there was a meter in the car, even though there was no cab thingy on the roof of the car. Got home at 4:30am. One half hour to get home, but MAN, was it an EVENTFUL, FUN, ENTERTAINING night! That probably wouldn't have happened if I had tag-alongs. WOOHOO! Big WHOOP for going out alone and having a BALL! YAY! :)