Thursday Night Clubbin
Woopty Doo. It's 3:51 AM in Long Beach. I am at Tina's apartment 5 minutes away from Cal State Long Beach. I am still wide awake but about to set up my comfortable aero bed. This bed goes with me everywhere that I go in case I do crash at someone's pad. Anywho, my friends and I (Tina, Joy, & Sheena) went to this 18 and up club on the corner of Hollywood Boulevard and Ivar Street in Los Angeles. The name of the club was Cine Space. I swear there were hella asians at this club. Funny thing...my homegirls were complaining that most of the asians were short. The dance floor was not only small but it was packed. Can't even do the two step without bumping into someones tits or ass. I got my buzz on with Jager and redbull straight from the bottle itself which was all done in the car. Pooty for not being 21 yet. Rest of the contents were mixed in the redbull can for the remainder of the night. This experience was partly horrible due to the ridiculous wait just to enter the club. The line literally wrapped around the corner. I felt pretty bad because one of my friends was not use to the notion of waiting line. She usually enters a club up in the bay area with ease and for free. We were supposed to meet up with Tina's room mate and her friends. However, they arrived earlier and were assisted in easily with no problems at all. Well, the had connex because their friend is the DJ of the venue. To my benefit my friends were all female and luckily they were let in since "straight" clubs let females in the front of the line with a bit of persuasion. What was whack was paying a hefty cover charge of $20 which went the bouncers. Due to the fact that I was male, I had to pay an additional $20 at the door and spot another $10 for my other homegirl. So all in all including gas and food I spent $100. Clubbing up in Los Angeles hurts your wallet so bad. I do not think I will be coming back anytime soon. Hopefully this is my last day of fun before the rigourous demands and stressful studying in the nursing program begins. Correction...the night was not even that fun. I danced my ass off and everything but I was just not feeling it tonight. So back to the apartment, my friend's ex-boyfriend is here now and you know what. They broke up on January 9 and I guess they are in the process of you know what. Hopefully this behavior ceases to continue. I hella ate Del Taco like there was tomorrow. Now I am f*ckin bloated and ready to knock out. Gosh, I sooo just broke my diet. There goes the ten pounds that I lost. Ugh, what a waste. So I will end it here and wish you good night, well actually good morning.