Sep 30, 2006 22:31
So I was nervous and I met Hunter downtown and it was glorious, for about an hour or so... and then they told me to use my fake ID even though I didn't need to drink anyway and the club owners were less than pleased with the fact that I don't look like Dina and I'm not 28. And I told them I didn't want to drink and I had another ID, but they were already pissed off, so Hunter drove me to Katie's.
He's moving to Brooklyn, so you know, and I might never see him again.
Glorious.
I'm getting on the fucking El and going back to Evanston. Because this time I need to drink. Or at least not sit in Katie's basement alone.
For the record, it was good while it lasted.