So tonight a bunch of us ended up at a bar/lounge…thing, and while I was there, my friend, Anju made the comment that I was being boring. *shrugs* I mean, I can see how I was boring. I was at a club and not really dancing. And I kind of wanted to get out of there. But still, I'm not boring, am I?
Yeah, going out tonight was interesting. I kind of didn't want to go out. But I forced myself to do it anyway. I've been kind of forcing myself to go out more often, recently. My roommates like to go out, so it's not hard to find people who want to go out.
The problem is that I tend to be the DD. Correct that. I always volunteer to be the DD. No, that's wrong, also. I make myself the DD. Why? Because I don't want drink. Mainly because I never feel like I'm doing it for a good reason. So I make myself the DD, since people are counting on me not to drink, I can't.
Unfortunatly, this also means that a lot of the clubs really aren't that interesting. Like, if you don't plan on drinking, a loud, crowded, noisy place with a bunch of drunk people looking to hook up, just isn't all that exciting. And that's what the Seattle club scene seems to be. Even if my roommates are just interested in getting a drink (ok, many), I still generally have to go to a place where are a lot of loud, noisy people, looking for action. Yay.
I used to enjoy hanging out with drunk people. Now, drunk people tend to be annoying. Especially drunk women. Nothing annoys me more than drunk women. Drunk women never seem to understand that I’m not interested in them. Especially young, single drunk women. At the clubs they are all out there trying to be cute or sexy, and…yeah. Great, so you’re up dancing with your friends. Fun. I’m not going to approach you, I don’t want to dance with you. I just want you to leave me alone. And stop checking to see if I meet your requirements of attractive.
And stop touching me.
Bah. A girls gone wild commercial is now on. God, just the epitome of what drives me nuts about the clubs. What are these women thinking?
Sigh. It’s been one of those evenings. Time for bed. Lates.
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