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Turns out this whole bar thing is a bit more complicated than it seems at first. We kind of felt out of place all night, just because we're new to this sort of thing. The Cactus Club was the best, though, because it has a definite young-ish vibe. We went to Whiskey's, but weren't feeling it, so we didn't get anything there. So then we went to Lir for one drink, and then Cactus Club for the rest of the night. Well, rest of the night being 10:30 or so, because we started waaaaaay too early (dinner at 7, haha).
So I guess next time we'll start later, like maybe have dinner at 8 or 9. And we'll go to a karaoke bar or something, because normal bars are kinda boring when the guys aren't paying attention to you. Or something. I think that was our goal, but it didn't really happen. Still fun, though.
In case you couldn't tell, I'm a little drunk right now. Or tipsy, I don't know the difference. I've had 5 drinks plus a PBR (which is fucking disgusting, I don't know how people can drink this shit). Ok, well now I'm having water 'cause I don't want to be hungover at the movies tomorrow, or whatever. What I had was a Sex on the Beach (girly as fuck, meaning that it was delicious and no real alcohol taste), a complementary shot of Harlem from the advertising girls (that was sooooo good), a Mudslide (tasted like chocolate milk, idk), a double shot of Absolut (because I wasn't feeling anything and they said a shot of vodka would help), and a shot of Jager (because Kathy likes it). And the PBR, but that wasn't until we got back to 4th West.
So. Alcohol. I've never had enough to drink to know my limit, but I think I'm pretty buzzed right now. Definitely a lot more, um, loose-tongued? I don't know, when you don't really care what you say or who you say it to. And my head feels funny and heavy. Kind of.
Ugh, but my fucking ankle still hurts. I think it'll never heal.
But yeah, I guess tonight was kind of a success. Girl's night out, fuck yeah! We learned some stuff, so next time we'll be even better. And, I don't know, it's nice having friends.
I have a feeling I'll regret this entry in the morning, but whatever. I'm going to finish this bottle of water, maybe eat something, and then go to sleep. So yeah. Good night.
So I guess next time we'll start later, like maybe have dinner at 8 or 9. And we'll go to a karaoke bar or something, because normal bars are kinda boring when the guys aren't paying attention to you. Or something. I think that was our goal, but it didn't really happen. Still fun, though.
In case you couldn't tell, I'm a little drunk right now. Or tipsy, I don't know the difference. I've had 5 drinks plus a PBR (which is fucking disgusting, I don't know how people can drink this shit). Ok, well now I'm having water 'cause I don't want to be hungover at the movies tomorrow, or whatever. What I had was a Sex on the Beach (girly as fuck, meaning that it was delicious and no real alcohol taste), a complementary shot of Harlem from the advertising girls (that was sooooo good), a Mudslide (tasted like chocolate milk, idk), a double shot of Absolut (because I wasn't feeling anything and they said a shot of vodka would help), and a shot of Jager (because Kathy likes it). And the PBR, but that wasn't until we got back to 4th West.
So. Alcohol. I've never had enough to drink to know my limit, but I think I'm pretty buzzed right now. Definitely a lot more, um, loose-tongued? I don't know, when you don't really care what you say or who you say it to. And my head feels funny and heavy. Kind of.
Ugh, but my fucking ankle still hurts. I think it'll never heal.
But yeah, I guess tonight was kind of a success. Girl's night out, fuck yeah! We learned some stuff, so next time we'll be even better. And, I don't know, it's nice having friends.
I have a feeling I'll regret this entry in the morning, but whatever. I'm going to finish this bottle of water, maybe eat something, and then go to sleep. So yeah. Good night.