Clubs.
[Thursday Nite]
So V2O was a no go, but it was postponed until another day. So to make this week interesting, we all opted to go to a much lower grade club: "The Hop," the hop? Sounds more like an STD to me, anyways... by the end of the nite, it definately felt like I contracted one.
The place was like the center of all ghettoness. You had the Gs the OGs the MacDaddy of Gs the HooGs (Hoochies) and of course, FOBs. I felt so out of place, 'specially since I was sooped up in Abercrombie and Hollister co. attires... I definately had no game in this arena, I stood out like a sore thumb. But you know me... I'm game, my friends were game, so we hung in there *checks his junk* yep. I'm a man, I can manage to handle all these hardcore peeps. Right? HA!
We paid the 5 bucks to enter, I used a 20, the dumbass of a cashier upped me 2 tens and a five back as change. HA HA! I end up making 5 bucks just like that! With my new found wealth I decided to purchase drinks for my mates. Aloha.. eh, that ain't right. Oh yes, Adios! and a couple of Long Island Ice Teas. The bar was really pathetic, just as I had surmised... the dance floor was no bigger than like, my living room. You had all these mofos up in there trying to do their crypt walks and carebear stares and shit. So whack, at this point in time I knew that not even the alcoholic beverage (that I was sipping away) was gonna save this nite.
My wingman(s) were all shy, so even IF I were to play the game (hur-hur) I was bound to fail due to their lack of self-esteem. There's no way I can waltz up to a couple of girls, and ask them to dance, they'll just chuckle and laugh at my lame attempt (an attempt nonetheless). Come on, you need your wingman to be with you you know? I may not club, but I do know what to do. I've watched the Real World, I've watched ElimiDATE! See! I got credibility, mang!
As the nite ticked down, I finally convinced my friend to come with me to talk to a couple of girls chilling. As I approached them, I asked if they'd like to dance with us, she shook her head and gave me a weird look as if I were stupid. I look over my shoulder to notice that my friend was nowhere to be found. Gee thanks! You sure know how to make me look like a dumbfart! I go back and he gives me this whole scenario of how he was "following" me, then this PACK of guys cut him off and he got stuck. X_x
Boy, my nite was a bust, but atleast I wasn't as busted as my friend's friend, whom got shot down a record 10 times! Those asian girls were stuck up, even the fugly girls were stuck up. It's not like I was in it for the sack, I just wanted to dance, and I couldn't even achieve that goal. How lame am I? They rather dance w/their girlfriends than dance w/a guy... maybe it was a lesbian club? Of course being 23 and going to a club like The Hop, which is notoriously known for like, young tikes doesn't help, so that might also explain the high rejection rate. So I'll give them the benefit of the doubt that they're probably afraid (Even if Roland begs to differ).
Atleast Sasha Singleton looked good (she was the gogo dancer that nite).
No more clubbing for me for a while, I need to recouperate from this un-fun-filled-nite. -_-*******