Weird
Last night I had a dream that I had a six-pack... and it was a surprise, like I looked in the mirror and I was like "holy shit, I have a six-pack." Which is of course how it would be if I actually DID have one all of a sudden... but whatever, it was just bizarre. I gotta start doing crunches, HA! It would probably take at least 80 billion+ crunches to get me that buff... I should probably focus on reducing the squishiness first.
In other news, I was reminded this past weekend why I don't go to dance clubs anymore. On Friday night, Kristi and I went to a bar for a birthday party of some friend of some dude she met last weekend (yes very specific I know). It was all fancy and we were on a "guest list" to get the cover comped and all this... and the drinks were half off for ten additional mins when we got there, so we decided fuck it let's double-fist it and get four long islands. Well, at HALF price, the long islands were 6 dollars each. W T F. That's NYC for you I guess. Anyway, so the drinks were expensive, but very strong... so we got pretty tipsy pretty quickly, especially since we didn't want to look lame with drinks in each hand and drank the first ones pretty quickly. Eventually we went out on the dance floor. At some point... this really rather attractive Asian guy with a really flippin sweet body started grinding on me. I thought, hmm ok that's fine, a little harmless dancing could do me some good. Then after a short time it became clear that the attractive and well-cut Azn dude was interested in much more than innocent booty dancing. He started getting overly grabby, which was actually fine because it wasn't too inappropriate - but then I had to start turning my face and avoiding his incoming approaches of trying to make out with me. I was drunk, but not THAT drunk to forget that I hate people who make out in public, even in a dance club. You would think that at this point he would take the hint... but no... then he gets all sleazy on me and says something like "God I am so hot for you right now, where do you live?" I'm like... UHHHMMM nowhere you're going! And that ended that. I think I was pretty obviously drunk, which is probably why I was a target for such a proposition - but unfortunately for hot Azn dude, I'm neither an idiot nor a slutbag. Better luck next time. Regardless, I was reminded why dance clubs are not my scene.
But it was still a really fun night, including the stumble back to Kristi's place at 3:30am ;)
In other news, I was reminded this past weekend why I don't go to dance clubs anymore. On Friday night, Kristi and I went to a bar for a birthday party of some friend of some dude she met last weekend (yes very specific I know). It was all fancy and we were on a "guest list" to get the cover comped and all this... and the drinks were half off for ten additional mins when we got there, so we decided fuck it let's double-fist it and get four long islands. Well, at HALF price, the long islands were 6 dollars each. W T F. That's NYC for you I guess. Anyway, so the drinks were expensive, but very strong... so we got pretty tipsy pretty quickly, especially since we didn't want to look lame with drinks in each hand and drank the first ones pretty quickly. Eventually we went out on the dance floor. At some point... this really rather attractive Asian guy with a really flippin sweet body started grinding on me. I thought, hmm ok that's fine, a little harmless dancing could do me some good. Then after a short time it became clear that the attractive and well-cut Azn dude was interested in much more than innocent booty dancing. He started getting overly grabby, which was actually fine because it wasn't too inappropriate - but then I had to start turning my face and avoiding his incoming approaches of trying to make out with me. I was drunk, but not THAT drunk to forget that I hate people who make out in public, even in a dance club. You would think that at this point he would take the hint... but no... then he gets all sleazy on me and says something like "God I am so hot for you right now, where do you live?" I'm like... UHHHMMM nowhere you're going! And that ended that. I think I was pretty obviously drunk, which is probably why I was a target for such a proposition - but unfortunately for hot Azn dude, I'm neither an idiot nor a slutbag. Better luck next time. Regardless, I was reminded why dance clubs are not my scene.
But it was still a really fun night, including the stumble back to Kristi's place at 3:30am ;)