Pink and Black-not as good as 80s yuppie nightmare
It's been a rough couple of days.
Thursday night in itself was rought but then came Friday and the highly anticipated Pink and Black. Things were going awry from the get-go. I was driving far too many people and couldn't call P to offer him a ride. I did have a great dress though, but it's totally a red-carpet dress cos once I wear it-and I knew photographs were being taken-I could never wear it again.
So last night Angela thought six people could fit in my car. No way. Never. I actually got ready on time but I still had to make a stop at the bank/gas station plus Jake wanted coffee. We went back to Jake's apartment and people were sort of ready. We were out the door and 10pm and then there was a trip to the liquor store where to much of my quiet chagrin, open bottles of liquor were floating around my car.
We arrived and it was a little quiet. I quickly downed a dry vodka marti which gave me a slight headache. I gave Jake my most important things (cash, keys, cell, credit cards) and then I think we hit the dance floor.
The music was good, the band was alright. Everyone I was with had been drinking and I was very sober even after the vodka marti.
P didn't show up.
I danced on the stage because a girl pulled me up there. When Kasabian came on I danced with Joelness. Then Jake took off without saying anything and I was pissed when I found him with my car unlocked in SF at night. Yeah, not cool.
Don't fuck with my possessions-it will piss me off.
So pissed off to the point that I left before last call on a Friday night.
Still pissed off.
Any new takers to attend Club ID events with me?
I'm working on reporting homework tonight...and relaxing. I might go to SF tomorrow night since it's Pride weekend and I just can't seem to get enough so if anyone wants to join me...you're more than welcome.
Thursday night in itself was rought but then came Friday and the highly anticipated Pink and Black. Things were going awry from the get-go. I was driving far too many people and couldn't call P to offer him a ride. I did have a great dress though, but it's totally a red-carpet dress cos once I wear it-and I knew photographs were being taken-I could never wear it again.
So last night Angela thought six people could fit in my car. No way. Never. I actually got ready on time but I still had to make a stop at the bank/gas station plus Jake wanted coffee. We went back to Jake's apartment and people were sort of ready. We were out the door and 10pm and then there was a trip to the liquor store where to much of my quiet chagrin, open bottles of liquor were floating around my car.
We arrived and it was a little quiet. I quickly downed a dry vodka marti which gave me a slight headache. I gave Jake my most important things (cash, keys, cell, credit cards) and then I think we hit the dance floor.
The music was good, the band was alright. Everyone I was with had been drinking and I was very sober even after the vodka marti.
P didn't show up.
I danced on the stage because a girl pulled me up there. When Kasabian came on I danced with Joelness. Then Jake took off without saying anything and I was pissed when I found him with my car unlocked in SF at night. Yeah, not cool.
Don't fuck with my possessions-it will piss me off.
So pissed off to the point that I left before last call on a Friday night.
Still pissed off.
Any new takers to attend Club ID events with me?
I'm working on reporting homework tonight...and relaxing. I might go to SF tomorrow night since it's Pride weekend and I just can't seem to get enough so if anyone wants to join me...you're more than welcome.