girls nite out

there's something to be said about the party girl attitude and the first thing to say is that - it. is. not. me.

nope - i've said it once, and i'll say it again - not my cup of tea. here's the skinny on my night out with the gals...

it was a work friend's sister's birthday. yes - didn't even know who the birthday girl was except to say that she was the sister of a my work friend. and not even a CLOSE work friend mind you. but i had gone out with this work friend's friend before. (another work friend.) i can see names are going to come in handy so i'll break it down... work friends are 'j' and 'k' and birthday girl is 'j2'. there are other girls involved but i don't think names are necessary....

so i go to k's house, it's the said meeting point, which by the way, is in a most ghetto fabulous location. the pad itself is sweet but the neighborhood it's in - not so much. i get there to find k in her robe. only a robe. now let me describe k to you. she's gorgeous. blonde, bought and paid for boobs, and from what i could later tell, her butt was artificially toned as well. no white girl has an ass like that. anyway - i discovered she was not a modest gal... neither am i, but i'm more modest than her. i wouldn't let HER see me in less than night gown, but i walked into her bathroom to find her in a thong and bra. HELLO! that's when i found out her ass HAD to be a purchase made a while back.

anyway, she dons a cute strapless number - cause paid for boobs are the ONLY boobs that work with these types of dresses and we are set to go. the doorbell announces the other girls. now, i'm not a vain person, but i thought i looked okay... not as good as k, mind you, but really... who DOES look that good really. so i figured when j got there - i should look cuter than her. my NATURAL assets are more shapely than j's. she too looked cute and i immediately fell into an all too familar feeling of being the designated 'personality girl'. meaning, 'she's so sweet and has a GREAT personality.' i felt like the ugly sister who was LUCKY to have been invited out with the 'A' team. why i suffer thru things like this i have no idea.

so we pile in to j's lexus sedan... there were 5 of us in all. i got close and comfy with k and her perky boobs. feeling more and more ugly by the minute. we get to the sushi place which was beyond cool. great location, great scenery and incredible atmosphere. the food was good too. i'm not a well versed sushi eater, but i know what i like - so that's what i got. it was good, but i rather like the sushi from the local kroger down the street. oddly enough.

we go to the bar cause apparently they wouldn't seat us until the rest of our party arrived... two other gals. my mind began to wander as to how gorgeous THESE two would be. i braced myself for their pending arrival. anyway... we saunter up to the bar, and naturally - the men gawked... blinded by k's beauty or boobs or a combo of both. we all ordered a drink and surprisingly enough the single gent at the bar talked to ME. asked me what i was drinking, i told him and he commented on how he now only drinks wine because the hard stuff gets him too drunk. 'the lightweight', i thought to myself. anyway, the other gals arrived and we were all introduced... i was relieved to see they looked normal. and when i say normal, i mean they weren't glammed out to the max. they were from jersey - complete with the accents to prove it. i loved them.

we ate - people watched and i was rather enjoying myself. then it was time to hit the hard spots... we loaded in the car and made our way to the first stop, which turned out to be a bar. not a club... a bar. the place was deserted. the bartender said 'everyone' was upstairs so naturally we went up there only to find that 'everyone' meant about 10 people. so we went back downstairs and found a comfy spot on a set of corner sofas. we people watched and i actually found amusement in watching the various guys hit on k. wonder what that's like anyway. one of the guys came over to the rest of us bottom feeders and introduced himself. he was heavy, tall and was wearing mirrored sunglasses at 10pm INSIDE a dimly lit bar. he looked like a big bug. he introduced himself to us and for the life of me i couldn't tell you his name if a gun was to my head. he said something and then was gone. i later found out that he told j that we were boring. perhaps if he realized how moronic he looked, he'd have known we thought he was 'special' and NOT in a good way.

we left that place after a long hour - and headed to the final destination. a club. a scary club at that. the birthday girl got in free, leaving the rest of us to pay the $10 cover.. k didn't feel she (or we, she said) should have to pay cover. she was literally apalled that the cover charger girl asked her for money. i began to get a little embarassed and almost offered to pay for ALL of us just to get inside with the rest of our group.. you see, the other 4 girls were already in there, leaving k, j and me outside. i mean, we couldn't just LEAVE with them in there. so k and j slowly paid their measly 10 bucks, as did i, and we went inside... to a place i affectionately refer to as simlply 'hell.'

it was dark, hot and girls were dancing with duct tape covering their mouths... oh and some had their hands securred with duct tape. they were dancing behing chains, bars and one, who must have been the employee of the month, had no barriers around her 'stage'. anyway, we made our way back to the 'open table in the back' i was told... little did the jersey girls know that those tables were clearly 'open' because they were RESERVED. and not for us. anyway, we stayed there, ordered some drinks and blended in with the other private party goers. we were never asked to leave, probably cause 2 of the gals had opened up bar tabs and it was apparent they knew how to use them. we made friends with the ligit VIPers next to us. and were able to see these S&M girls get made up for their stage acts. (the 'dressing room' was next to us.)

i met a girl named 'paige' who said she was celebrating her birthday. i asked how old she was cause she was screaming for attention and she announced 'oh i'm old.' i was intrigued by this since she didn't look a day over 21. i prepared for her squeaky reply 'i'm 23.' i wanted to slap her really. i said, 'well paige, you're alot younger than me.' and she said, 'well you look ALOT younger than me.' and i wanted to say, 'that's because i'm not kicking it it bars every weekend.' but instead i just said, 'you're very sweet. have a good time tonight.' and with that, she slammed another shot of what i assume was tequila.

at 145am, the gals were ready to hit the road. i was MUCH overdue for bed. it was after all WELL past my usual bedtime of 930pm.

i got home around 230am and ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a side of water =) and then tucked myself into bed. waking up the next morning (or later that morning rather) at 830am. 6 hours of sleep - not too shabby..maybe i AM cut out for the party scene.

NAHHHHH...