Party Days to Party Nights

So it's 3:30 in the morning and i finally get to bed. Wanna hear a good story?

Adolfo and I go clubbing. The crib. good times or whatever. They've got this lit floor which is amusing all of 5 seconds. And i can't seem to figure out if i've been to the club before but it was slightly remodeled or if it's a diffferent club entirely.

Either way, We're dancing and it's great. shaky start but in like two seconds we're both having fun.

And note to any guy that wants to dance with a girl: Don't do that whoel creepy "i'm gonna come from behind. just rub myself against her ass and expect her to respond" thing. Like i said. It's creepy and ugly. And the gross factor grows exponentially if you've got a RAGING boner and the beat isn't fast enough so you're rubbing your nice hard on slowly against her ass with the thought of "yea? you like that. you want that. oh yea." Yea. bad bad bad idea. Wanna dance with her? here's an idea... Look around first. Is she dancing with anyone? does it look like a significant other? no? good. Then make eye contact. smile. that's always good. don't give a skeevy look like you might eat her. Just smile a normal one. And then approach. Dance a little. IN THE FRONT! if she seems to like you, seems to want it, or turns around herself, don't try it. Its gross and lame. And that's the end of my rant.

So we leave at around 1:45 cause being the fatty i am i was STARVED to death.

I'll take this time out to describe what i'm wearing. It's a baby blue long sleeve "knit top." that means it's like a thin thermal. And it buttons part ways up the front. And along the really really really low neckline are shiny glittering things. And so i leave it unbuttoned completely exposing my black lacy bra. I have on jeans, black tennis shoes, and a black ribbon lace choker. Sexy, right? Equpied for cold? maybe not so much...

Well, we go outside and lo and behold we have QUITE the surprise waiting for us. My windshield is smashed. completely shattered. It doesn't go all the way through so much as it was extremely pushed in and the whole thing spidered out. It's a very nice, clean, almost pretty smash. Dirt/footprints on the hood. Cute, really.

Isn't that fun? But nothing was stolen so i can be really happy about that. Especially that my car wasn't stolen itself. that'd be pretty crappy.

So we called the police to report it but they said they didn't care. OK, maybe not in so many words but that smashed windshields happen so often that they're not gonna send anyone out but if we wanted to report it that badly we can go to the station.

Yea, get there in my non visible windshield. Logical.

So the next calls belong to, in this order, AAA (I think it's funner to say triple A rather than AAA when typing), My sister, and Adam.

Tow truck comes. Adam comes. Hurrah. I love my boyfriend he saved me and is wonderful and awesome and not just cause he left his house at 2 in the morning but because he just is. and he bought my present today. And he never complains that i'm awful almost half the time. But that's another story!

So i get home at 2:30. and come here to talk about it. exciting, i know. I'm still absolutely famished. I have no car for who kknows how longs.

Summation of the night: a lot of fun clubbing. last final was this afternoon. Am mega mega mega tired. whole body sore from too much dancing. car fucked. tow truck adventures. Adolfo rocks times 3. and adam times 4. I suck times 5.

MWAH!