Friday night Debauch, cont.
Anyway to continue
(BTW, thanks for stopping by, Be Gone Soon, Mal, daiseeangel, and renelynn!)
Us girls walked by this one bar/club, and the bouncer stopped us and was like, "Free cover for girls, and free champagne"
Well, he didn't have to holla twice, so we went in and the place was pretty much empty, and we drank champagne and started to dance a bit as the place filled up. I put my whole body into dancing, and tend to go to my own rythm and forget that anyone is around. Well apparently that sort of makes a decent dancer because people started complimenting me on my dancing moves. I had 3 small glasses of champagne--all free! Ridiculous!
We went into the next club, which had a $5 cover, but when we got up to the 2nd floor there was a like, Mexican-style oasis waiting for us. A table was covered with a delicious spread--chips, wonderful salsa and guacomole, and 4 shots of tequila with lime. I looked around, saw no one there (although the dance floor was
right there and it was packed), and started to eat some chips. the salsa was divine, the guac absolutely
fresh with sprigs of cilantro (I
adore cilantro). The girls and I wondered aloud why the hell no one was there. When someone came back, they heard it was Alana's b-day and so, "Go ahead, have it all."
Remarkable, isn't it? Like a godsend, right? Well, we all had a shot of tequila, and they went up to dance. I sat for a minute and then Alana said I took the 4th shot left over after thinking about it. But my memory was fuzzy at that point. Anyway, I got up to dance, with a salad, some bread, a 16 oz beer, 3 glasses of champagne, and 2 shots of tequila in me.
I
know.
Well, I started to get very drunk, but I was dancing up a storm, and I remember that I was the livliest person on the dancefloor--until I noticed some guy dancing. I started to dance with him, and he was all about it. And he was HOT, too. We were all into it, as I proceeded to get really drunk in the process. When the music stopped I think he was trying to talk to me but I was too plastered and just left, to find the girls and leave. I actually forgot about him while standing there. It may sound rude, but I was on the verge of a blackout, you see. And I know it was all MY fault, but I like to think it was all the fault of my diet--you see, when you go out drinking it's probably a good idea to fill your gut with alcohol-absorbing food. It's certainly fattening, but that's why I ordered a salad in the first place. So I over did it. Sigh.
The last memory I have is of going into a porn shop to look for male-based porn for the hell of it. All we saw were women, and I was chatting with the propietor like, "why is that?" when Emily found a "rape" porn. She started to get mad, and Alana too, but Emily was so mad she was like, "How could you even
sell this stuff??" And apparently I said, "Oh then, well, sorry buddy, looks like we have to leave--the girls hate your rape porn, so we gotta go, but thanks for trying to find gay porn for us, have a good night," and we went home.
Tact is not for Girls' Night, nor is it for San Francisco on a Friday night. I'm sorry.
Once at ALana's I drunkenly prepared a cinnamon raison bagel with wheat germ oil in a drunken desparate attempt to soak up some alcohol. I barely remember it but I cut a small piece of my thumb off in the process. Calorie count? Like 3000.
Saturday Alana and I spent recovering, watching Sex and the City (I never seen any before) and napping, then Saturday night I went out again to Planet Gemini in Monterey with my friend Trisha and her new boyfriend, and her friend Phoenix whose birthday it was at midnight on the 4th.
To celebrate my 14 lb weight loss and the fact that I lucked out and don't suffer from cellulite on my butt and thighes, I wore an über-mini skirt to the show, mainly because I was way too hung over and ashamed to dance that night. By ashamed I mean I danced inappropriately with a hot guy, and I have a loving boyfriend who chooses not to come out with me (he's more reclusive than I). Of course he doesn't know, and I didn't step the line or anything, but he'd rather not hear about it. And I wasn't planning on dancing again anyway (my head was pounding).
Well, apparently I looked too good that night, because 6 guys literally begged me to dance with them--even the owner complimented my outfit and asked me if he could buy me a drink. Well, anyway, I actually had to get up and ask the bouncer to tell a guy to leave me alone--because I told the guy 10 f-cking times I wasn't going to dance and he was still buggin me, trying to touch me and stuff. I have never been assaulted before, and the fact that he was in my face, invading my personal space and not taking "no" for an answer freaked me out. So I will never wear a mini skirt to that place again, and probably not ever in public again! Shit!
SO this weekend, I got several compliments--I'm a good dancer, I'm pretty, I looked good, I was hot and sexy, etc., from friends, strangers, and my boyfriend and his mom (of course, it depended on who it was, what compliment was paid). I was flattered, but I don't really like excess attention, and since I'm not particualrly vain, and since I have a high self-esteem, the compliments didn't mean that much to me and I was pretty much embarassed instead of pleased. And at the comedy show I was mortified and miserable. It's nice to be considered attractive but it sucks that so much emphasis is put on appearance.
Anyway, I have homework to do--have a great night, Readers