I don't even know how to start this...
I got recognized. In a bar. In the bathroom. For this blog.
I met a blogger in the bathroom Saturday night. God, how awesome is that?!?!!??
Besides the fact that I was so drunk I couldn't really have good judgement about anything, the night was a blast.
I kissed a girl.
I clogged the toilet (not what you're thinking, I dumped my drink down it, straw, lemon, and all because after two sips I realized my stomach wasn't having any of it and so it became clogged).
I made this girl show me her tattoos in the bathroom.
I made friends with all the smokers outside, this one is made better because I don't even smoke. I don't know why I was outside so much. I'm so weird.
I carded people at the door because I thought it was funny.
I wooed the bouncer with my feminine wiles and I got a guys number who I'm not sure if he was Black or some Indian or Arab nationality because it was dark, he was cute, and I was drunk. And, in reality he could have been either. Or both. And by boy I mean man because he is more than 10 years older than me. I do remember that much.
I fell on the dance floor, but not like trip and fall, like slow motion slip because the floor was wet from melted snow and I didn't have anything to grab onto to stop me from falling. Some nice girl I'd been grinding with helped me up. I think I told her I love her. And her boyfriend. Who also helped me up.
I met Hey Suburban in the Bathroom!!!
Talk about awesome. She asked me if I was Denise. I am Denise so I said yes. She asked me the title of my blog which I responded, "Somewhat of a Spectacle" and she said she was Hey Suburban!
I fa-reaked out.
No one in the bathroom cared. I told them all at least 6 times. They sucked.
She shared with me the fact that some 21 year old kept buying her drinks... turns out that 21 year old is one of the guys I came with and I was actually the one buying her drinks because we shared a tab. She took our picture and as soon as she posts it I'll copy it and post it at the bottom of this post. She is beautiful. I probably have my bra showing or something in the picture... I'm pretty sure I did a thumbs up.
I can't be composed and drunk at the same time.
And holy poo was I drunk.
I had seven shots before I left the house. I had two more (plus two sips of a long island before I tried to flush it) at the bar. I want to go back next week. So much lovely dancing.
Oh, and there was a girl fight as we were leaving! I've never seen one. Those poor girls. One got really messed up. The girl was holding her by the collar and got at least 4 good hits to the mouth in before anyone could separate them. I don't think they actually knew what they were fight about. All I have to say about that is I am glad I'm so non-confrontational. And that I came with two boys. Boys protect you from crazy girls.