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So last night was the big birthday celebration! Our first plan had been to drive up to Champaign to go to a club there, but Cedes saw pictures and it was toootally like a sport's bar or something. Her co-worker told her it was a dance club! Bah.
Anyroad, then we thought about going roller skating at the local rink--neither of us had been there since puberty. And skating is fun. But I really only like it when there's cheesy seventies music playing, but on Friday nights they play top 40's hits and hip hop--which isn't my kind of skating music.
So were we just chillin' in her car at like 10 pm and were like .... hey, let's go to St Louis. Hell yeah, why not. I haven't been there other than for like a wedding and shit. So we Cha Cha for an 18+ club and input the coordinates into her GPS and awaaay we went. We arrived around midnight and took a while to park. After that we walked around looking for an 18+ club (because the one Cha Cha told us about was 21+) and after an hour some cops told us about a club that was 18+ on Fridays, so we went to check it out. It was free/no cover charge.
And was pretty lame. LOL. There were like 10 people dancing to rap. It took us like 10-20 to warm up and just start dancing together like the white girls we are and just went to town. It got to the point where we actually could tell people were looking at us (and laughing), but we didn't caaare.
Then some creepy old guy came up to us (well, old to be coming up and talking to us--he had to be like 30, so not old in the real world, but old for a dude coming up to two 19/20 year olds in a club) and asked us to dance with him. I could understand him (well, I couldn't HEAR anything), so I just kind of nodded along or whatever. We seriously stayed there for not a minute longer. Haa.
Then we had the long drive home. Mostly silent, we were both beat from dancing for an hour (LOL). Came home around 4 am.
Crawled into bed at around 6:30 am to find a wet spot... Fecking cat had peed in my bed. So I took off the sheets, ran them downstairs to put in the wash with the clothes I wore to the club (they smelt of smoke), then crawled into bed without any linen.... which isn't very comfortable, mind you, but I was tired. Woke up to my dad bringing them in, dried, sometime in the late morning.
"Officially" woke up around 2 pm? Or so? But I napped while the television was on. Still a bit tired.
The package my aunt sent me last Friday still hasn't arrived. We're both going to question our post offices to see what's up. My dad said it's something he thinks I'll actually like, so I actually want to know where it is.
"Snookeroo" by Ringo Starr