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[sarahq25]

so i went to ruby skye last night. i really don't see why everyone HATES it so much. i mean, yeah its way too much money, and the people are total turds. but they're people too, and once you're drunk its fun to just laugh at them. i guess i'm not hot because i have never ever ever had a problem with people groping me or anything like that. i think its because i limit the amount of eye contact i make. i'm not rude, i just smile politely and do my thing. i think its from years of working at a restaurant. when i want to go somewhere, i put my hand on the person, say "'cuse me" as i manuever(sp?) past them. and my "'cuse me" is not a question, it just doesn't allow anyone to be rude to me because i SAID excuse me, ya know? anyways, jessica ended up coming with me which was cool. i needed a girl who looked hot with me so they didn't turn me away in my jeans, running shoes, and grey jacket. i put on makeup and straightened my hair to draw attention away from my outfit. i wasn't embarrased because obviously i made the decision to wear that, but i've only been there once and i know there is a dress code. i figured as long as there was one pair of tits for the doorman to look at it wouldn't be a problem. anyhoo. okay so i saw some dude play records whose name was dimitris something-or-the-other. i've never seen him before but he was blowing kisses to the crowd after his set like he was goddamn miss america. whatever. saw ellen ferrato. she just seems like a cool girl. miguel was super fucking fine as usual. i walked by him when he was talking to a girl and the only part of the conversation i caught was "....yeah i've met you like three or four times..." i feel hella bad for these people. everyone and their brothers think they are friends with this "celebrity". don't get me wrong, i definitely go weak in the knees for my baby, miguel. but i think i'm planted firmly in reality where i know the he doesn't know i exist!!! oh good times...had fun during miguel's set. way excited to see mark farina, but homeboy killed it. he got on at 1am, and the tempo just went straight through the floor. jessica and i only stayed for two records and then headed home. we went to the jack in the box across the street, and some drunk asian dude talked shit to me because i didn't want to talk to him or his new beatboxing partner, homeless-toothless dude. i just wasn't into it. i enjoyed watching the whole circus from across the room, but i just wasn't trying to be a part of it. jessica got mad at me for being a party pooper. i don't really think what i did was mean-spirited, i just didn't want anything to do with it....am i wrong??

anyways, definitely not going out for a while. spent toooooo much money and i only bought two beers and a shot. shit man..

oh, but i had a wierd dream about being a party where all the djs names were complicated greek names...hahahaha