whoa babyyyy...
I went to a bar last night in Williamsburg...i.e...the capital hill of Brooklyn. I had heard that there was breakdancing on Thursday nights, and was stoked to attend and get something regular into my weekly schedule. So we show up around midnight, and take a seat to watch all the weirdos booty dancing to some OK music...not the best, but alright. This guy sits next to me and we start laughing about tons of shit, so that was cool...especially since I found him attractive (imagine that!). Another friend shows up and were havin a good time...and then it happens. This cute skinny (translate: hipster) girl with assymetric long hair asks me to dance. She proceeds to grab my hands with her that are like half of the size of mine. They're kinda sweaty or juicy, too. yikes. I have the "deer caught in headlights" look, I'm sure...but it didn't matter cause she was sooo drunk. I told her fully that I dont dance in public and she didn't give a shit, because she proceeded to dance around me and slightly feel me up while my friends too pictures. I admit...I must get over my fear of the dance floor. But maybe this will truly happen when someone I trust brings me out to dance...not the assymetric hair lady and slimy hands! It wasn't so bad, and I wasn't such a rigid lil thing, but I was definitely not comfy...and then she offers to buy me a drink. hahah...you know the usual response...and then she says they probably have pineapple juice. Turns out her name was Lickey...or Rickey...dunno for sure since the music was beyond loud. I was felt up by a girl named Lickey who couldn't even spin me without being on her tip-toes...oh man. I definitely have to get those pictures. This is the second time I'd been out at night since I was in Seattle...the time before that was last weekend where we saw some band play with dildos on their heads and fake (or real) pooped stained diapers. Ohhhh brother...