Again
Last night Chris and I went for dinner, I owed him for helping me move.... We went to Spinakkers, since it was the closest restaurant that I could think of. Food was good, service was kinda sub-par.
Afterwards we went to play pool at Peacock's Billiards, and got in a game before his girlfriend Marissa showed up. So we play a few games, and then I decide it's time to go dancing. :P
Now, Chris had earlier agreed to go dancing, and Marissa was actually the one who wanted to go out, since she hadn't in a long time.
So, the nearest place is Red Jacket, which I haven't been to since Robert's birthday (coincidentally, the last time Chris went out too - last fall)
The music was kind of crap, though they played some half-decent stuff when we first got there that just left me wanting more. Chris. Did. Not. Dance. Yes, he was kind of a stick in the mud about this, but I understand where he's coming from, so I didn't really push him. I was just a little disappointed. But this coupled with Marissa feeling like she should be with him, and the crappy music, kinda killed it for me.
I left around 12-12:30 to head over to Prism to see if I knew anybody there. I was excited that it was busy, but I didn't run into ANYBODY. To make things worse, this older guy (50-ish? Eww!) kept cruising me and following me around...
I joined a couple people dancing, and go figure - they're acquaintances of Michael Fucking Ireland..! :P Yeah, that kid knows everyone.
The music was only marginally better at Prism, and it was SO humid, I couldn't really dance. Which was too bad, if I had the balls, there was at least two people I would have asked to dance with... Though one of them was with a friend... I think it was a friend... They were dancing like Michael and I - which is to say really close but not kissing...
Still, I left early.
Afterwards we went to play pool at Peacock's Billiards, and got in a game before his girlfriend Marissa showed up. So we play a few games, and then I decide it's time to go dancing. :P
Now, Chris had earlier agreed to go dancing, and Marissa was actually the one who wanted to go out, since she hadn't in a long time.
So, the nearest place is Red Jacket, which I haven't been to since Robert's birthday (coincidentally, the last time Chris went out too - last fall)
The music was kind of crap, though they played some half-decent stuff when we first got there that just left me wanting more. Chris. Did. Not. Dance. Yes, he was kind of a stick in the mud about this, but I understand where he's coming from, so I didn't really push him. I was just a little disappointed. But this coupled with Marissa feeling like she should be with him, and the crappy music, kinda killed it for me.
I left around 12-12:30 to head over to Prism to see if I knew anybody there. I was excited that it was busy, but I didn't run into ANYBODY. To make things worse, this older guy (50-ish? Eww!) kept cruising me and following me around...
I joined a couple people dancing, and go figure - they're acquaintances of Michael Fucking Ireland..! :P Yeah, that kid knows everyone.
The music was only marginally better at Prism, and it was SO humid, I couldn't really dance. Which was too bad, if I had the balls, there was at least two people I would have asked to dance with... Though one of them was with a friend... I think it was a friend... They were dancing like Michael and I - which is to say really close but not kissing...
Still, I left early.