I guess it turned out okay.
Jan. 29th, 2006 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starzkiIt was a friend's birthday last night and a huge group of us went out
to dinner then to an obscenely trendy club. I eventually ended up
having some fun.
Probably the best part was at dinner and talking soccer with a teammate. We showed each other our bruises from Thursday's game. I forget what they must look like to other people. I had a doctor's appointment this week and the doctor started asking me leading questions about them, trying nonchalantly to ask me if I'm abused. Nope. At least not in the way she was thinking.
We made our way to the club. I was on the list, which wasn't as thrilling as I thought it would be. But we all did get in with no cover. Then proceeded to pay $5 for a beer. Needless to say, I did not drink enough to fully get into the spirit of the night. I'm still a little sick and have been overly contemplative about everything this whole week; therefore, all I could think about what an interesting microcosm of society the whole place was. I want to scoot over to the sociology department and tell one of their grad students that this is just a dissertation waiting to be written.
Anyway, the birthday girl wanted to dance so we danced. It got to the point where it became an endurance test to see if I could stay out as late as I used to when I actually enjoyed clubbing. I made it to 2:30 when, tired of my feet getting stepped on and all the frotteurism (eww), those of us that remained went up on the balcony and mocked people for nearly an hour. That was enjoyable. Then I came home and watched Evangelion and had a snack.
Last night damaged my eardrums. They're still ringing.
I'm not usually so judgmental of other people's entertainment. I think it's just that I know I'll never care enough about what's "in" to be cool and it's seems silly of me to even try. And I mock because I love. :)
Probably the best part was at dinner and talking soccer with a teammate. We showed each other our bruises from Thursday's game. I forget what they must look like to other people. I had a doctor's appointment this week and the doctor started asking me leading questions about them, trying nonchalantly to ask me if I'm abused. Nope. At least not in the way she was thinking.
We made our way to the club. I was on the list, which wasn't as thrilling as I thought it would be. But we all did get in with no cover. Then proceeded to pay $5 for a beer. Needless to say, I did not drink enough to fully get into the spirit of the night. I'm still a little sick and have been overly contemplative about everything this whole week; therefore, all I could think about what an interesting microcosm of society the whole place was. I want to scoot over to the sociology department and tell one of their grad students that this is just a dissertation waiting to be written.
Anyway, the birthday girl wanted to dance so we danced. It got to the point where it became an endurance test to see if I could stay out as late as I used to when I actually enjoyed clubbing. I made it to 2:30 when, tired of my feet getting stepped on and all the frotteurism (eww), those of us that remained went up on the balcony and mocked people for nearly an hour. That was enjoyable. Then I came home and watched Evangelion and had a snack.
Last night damaged my eardrums. They're still ringing.
I'm not usually so judgmental of other people's entertainment. I think it's just that I know I'll never care enough about what's "in" to be cool and it's seems silly of me to even try. And I mock because I love. :)
