I was just reading the last two blogs I wrote and now find myself fairly disappointed with me. They are horrendously written. Sorry you had to sit through that. IF you sat through that, I should say.
I just had the most OVERDUE fun night with my girlfriends I've had in SUCH long time. And I drank too much wine, and felt significantly barftastic at the club, BUT! as it turns out... PIZZA is medicine, and it can cure the common barfiness! THAT'S not in the doctor's book of home remedies, NOR is it learned in medical school! It's just lived experience, which tonight...... this morning..... is proving it's testimony. Good job pizza. You get an A for awesome. And yummy.
I love my friends. I love my friends SO much. I don't deserve such goodness, but if it's here, I'll take it and be thankful.
I can't believe Angelo is 25 and can get INTO Sizzle, now. I remember when he was a friggin scrawny, long-haired pipsqueak hawking at Copps. Oh my gawd, I feel so old. But tonight someone thought I was 23, so YAY for that!
Hess is one strange, disgusting, entertaining place. I hate it. But "turns out, not where but who you're with that really matters". And man did I have great company. That being said, I cannot help but continue my dialogue on the slimeballiness of the men... actually, "men" is stretching it... boys is more like it.... at these kinds of places. The title of this particular blog is what I said to someone who approached me at Sizzle. I understand that a large part of going to clubs is purely sexual... girls in risqué clothing (which is supposed to "enhance" their "assets", but really is usually either falling off because they don't fit into the attire properly, or is just flat out disgusting and ugly, but hey it's short/revealing, so it works), or boys with a particularly "swauve" appearance. People actually go there to "pick up". But not everyone. Some go to simply dance, have a fun time, and drink as they may, as my friends and I were doing on Saturday. But several groups of guys who fit the "clubbing profile" approached us throughout our evening hoping for what I was assuming SexyTime Fun, which we were not at all interested in. And what's with this not taking no for an answer? Let me tell you... if you're not going to listen to me the first time I ask you to stop, I'm not going to say "OH! I got ya! Go ahead, I don't mind you rubbing yourself all over me, even though I don't know a single thing about you other than RIGHT NOW, you smell like you haven't bathed in a week (OR a department store cologne counter!). Maybe I'm old fashioned, but I'm OK with it. I respect myself a bit too much to be ok with that grossness.
My feet will never let me wear those shoes ever again. Kim, I appreciate the piggy back offer, but I told you, like I told Mike... my legs cannot spread that wide in that skirt. Hopefully I do not wake up with hepatitis tomorrow (*crosses fingers*)
I love you girls <3
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