Mary Lee and I were not kidding when we decided back in September, at the lake fieldtrip, to go to a club together following our 18th birthdays.
Last night was insane. Classic. Entertaining. Chris, Mary Lee, and myself shall be hanging out in the future.
Graham Central Station is quite a place. Quite.
Ha. Despite all that transpired, though, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not really cut out for the nightclub scene. I don’t like “grinding” with (random) horny guys and straining my eyes to see through the smoke & crowd of people. All sweaty, intoxicated, and drinking. The whole, “i’ll just grab this girl’s hand/arm and try and get her attention (and then number )” is pretty senseless, too. I don’t respond…besides just an “Oh, hey!” Before walking off. Anti-social of me? Call it what you want. It was an interesting experience, but for the first and one time. I don’t see myself trying to do that too much (if at all) in the future on weekends. I prefer having at least 1 foot of personal space to breathe.
…Chilling at people’s houses with friends, on the other hand….well, that’s been proven to be more fun.
Thanksgiving Break in less than 3 days.