the kids don't stand a chance
So I've just gone from a panicky post about "Oh god, what am I doing, I am going to a club I've never been to in an unfamiliar city with nobody that I know in order to watch former!housemate do awesome DJ things, and what if it's too dark to read in the club?!" to "Oh god, what am I doing, I just told Jon that I'd drive a girl I met once to this club I've never been to in the unfamiliar city in order to watch him do awesome DJ things, and I still don't know if it'll be too dark to read!"
So yeah. Jon's got a good DJ gig, and I said I would turn up to see him--or hear him, which I guess is more the point. Anyway, I made a facebook post saying "Hey people should come!" which Jon interpreted as "Here, I will give you a people to drive!" And he called while I was napping and...didn't exactly blindside me, but I wasn't entirely thinking clearly when I said "Yeah, sure, give her my number and we'll sort it out." Then I hung up the phone and panic set in.
Yes. I do in fact freak out this much about a night out at a club. Especially when a) I can have maybe one drink at the start of the night, since the whole driving thing and b) I don't dance. No, seriously, I do not. If I ever get married, we're replacing the traditional married-couple waltz with the Chicken Dance. And this club is in fact a dance club.
FML, why am I so anxious about things?
PS: Nearly-perfect-stranger-girl still has not called me. Is it mean to hope she does not? Probably. But I always feel like people are judging me when I drive them!
So yeah. Jon's got a good DJ gig, and I said I would turn up to see him--or hear him, which I guess is more the point. Anyway, I made a facebook post saying "Hey people should come!" which Jon interpreted as "Here, I will give you a people to drive!" And he called while I was napping and...didn't exactly blindside me, but I wasn't entirely thinking clearly when I said "Yeah, sure, give her my number and we'll sort it out." Then I hung up the phone and panic set in.
Yes. I do in fact freak out this much about a night out at a club. Especially when a) I can have maybe one drink at the start of the night, since the whole driving thing and b) I don't dance. No, seriously, I do not. If I ever get married, we're replacing the traditional married-couple waltz with the Chicken Dance. And this club is in fact a dance club.
FML, why am I so anxious about things?
PS: Nearly-perfect-stranger-girl still has not called me. Is it mean to hope she does not? Probably. But I always feel like people are judging me when I drive them!