I got kicked out of the club last night.
Yea you heard me! I got kicked out! Me! OMGGGJjka;sljdflaskdjfasd.
So I was dancing really "sensually" (quote Othon), and it was all fun and whatnot. I was having a blast being just a little buzzed from the vodka I threw back in the car, plus with a little nicotine buzz from some Spirits. We'd just gotten back from that fucking creepy-ass cemetery (the ouiji board didn't even work! I KNEW we had to touch that little triangle planchette), and I was ready to get down and dirty with some hot lesbian. Too bad Rain is actually a gay bar, meaning gay men. FML. Dubstep night, pole-dancing competitions, I was in love. This girl was like "You're so hot!" after I booty-danced with her for a bit, hehe but I think she was straight....FML. So then Othon, Troy and I smoked in the lounge/bar area for a bit and met this guy from Florida. I don't remember his name but it's not important because he just left and Othon didn't even get a chance to hit on him ~.~
Then while I was dancing, this straight dude (YEA I KNOW WTF!) came up to me, or shall I say behind me, and started grinding with me. He wasn't that bad, too ;) So we were grinding and I was doing my thing and then eventually he snuck in a kiss and I was like woahhhhhh there....I'm looking for a lesbian love, I don't need another guy. Turns out he was 24, still at UT for an Environmental Science major, was at the bar with his gay best friend Isador and knows Alex Hershey. I told him to guess my age and after guessing 22, 20, 19 and finally my age, he was like "I thought you were like 22 and you just forgot your ID because I saw those X's on your hands..." and I was like "Yeah..this is probably a complete turnoff for you." AND IT WAS. THOSE DAMN 24 YEAR OLDS. WHY DO THEY LIKE ME SO??!?!? The dude had a little diamond piercing in his right ear, which I totally liked but otherwise he's not my type :/
It was still depressing to have to leave the club with the bouncer. I told him he was OBVIOUSLY straight, that faggot.
So after learning that gay clubs are uber-protective of their alcohol (and a little admonishment from the outside bouncer for not following house rules even though he'd explained them to me before I entered *sheepish look*), I sat outside looking all cute and forlorn. All these people tried to argue to get me in but the bouncers were like no can do :/ There was this hot rastafarian looking guy with dreads, omg he was so exotic looking but probably gay. Anyways, finally this one dude let me use FB to get Othon's # to call him, and then Othon and Troy actually came out to get me. Thank god it was only an hour before closing, but I still felt SOO FUCKING BAD.
I punished myself by eating Jack-In-The-Box afterwards.
Then of course, the proper thing to do at 3 AM is to go find someone to buy weed from. So we went to the Pyramid and smoked from Troy's Volcano and got completely stoned. Like, who the fuck is Sandler Man? What's he doing on the road?
I also peed again on the side of the road.
Ego Boost of the Day: Guys yelling out "Hey, you look absolutely smoking in that terrific two piece of yours. Woooo!" and checking me out and shit. It was all good. ^props to those two guys though.
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