apatheticq's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Don't sweat the short shit. Last night I went out to "the club", I say "the club" because if there was anything that epitomized what I would consider when someone said, "I'm going to the club." This was it. Me and 14 friends went to go out for a friend's birthday. First they end up smoking a joint, I turned pot down. I have never seen the point of smoking pot, before going out and getting drunk. Is the car ride there too long to wait? No matter. So 3 of us go together, and we stopped by a bar before going. I wasn't sure why at the time, but now I know it's because there was no way that any of us would be able to talk once we got to the club. It was crowded, but we talked, and laughed, and watched the end (and overtime) of the rockets, lakers game. (rock won. Yao looked good through about 6 minutes.) That was very cool, I was having a wonderful time. I didn't feel uncomfortable at all, it all seemed intuitive, which is all you can ask for in any situation. So then we all decide to walk to the club, and walk through 5 degree temprature which felt a whole lot colder on the walk there, than it did then, but we avoided all the other stumbling people, and became our own stumbling group. So we get in a line, and listen to a drunk mexican bitch that someone stole his coat, and that he would shoot anyone he saw in his coat. Then a Black guy asked if he was talking to him, and they pretended to be harder than the other, and that was defused, cause we were going in. Immediately we start losing everyone, finding each other, and this back and forth chase until we didn't even pay attention anymore. Older Black Guys fondleing younger white girls. Each white girl moving her ass to any croch available. Even mine. But the highlight of the evening before i ended up spending most of it with 3 girls in particular, was that on the dance floor, black girls would not stop attacking me with their asses. It was the oddest senario. Girls that I thought would have NEVER looked at me at all, started talking to me, and dancing with me. Granted.. they were drunk... It was just odd. I'm not going to sit and explain anymore cause it was all a blur of women taking off clothing, and simulating sex with clothes on. and watching the odd situation when someones girlfriend starting giving me a lap dance, then humping me. as I sit and try to look like I'm having a bad time. I don't think I will be going back often whatsoever, (because the only fun I had was with the group I went with), but it's a start. I just hoped for a LOT more maturity. I guess that doesn't happen, and I accept that while going out. -Nathan 1:42 p.m. - January 18, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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