03-14-2004 - 2:15 p.m.
I swear to God, I will never be with a man who disrespects me, who belittles me, who tells me what to do, who expects me to make his opinions my own. I've seen first-hand the fate of women who have subjected themselves to this, and I pray that I don't someday fall into the same trap. As much as I complain about being single, it's a picnic compared to having to deal with that shit till death do you part. I'm just fucking sick of it, is all I'm saying. It's sickening to watch.
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But anyways...
Friday night Jane and I learned for the millionth time that you need to choose your posse carefully if you want to have a good time. And, if things aren't working out, well then you just have to ditch the crew and make your own fun.
I had promised to hang out with Katie and her friend from college on Friday night, so when Jane mentioned hanging out I invited her to come along. We had discussed going to the club at the Borgata, but Katie's lame-o friend nixed that idea. Since the plans for the night were starting to sound mad boring, I told them we'd meet up at the bar, just so me and Jane had our own car in case of a this-is-lame emergency.
The first bar we went to can actually be a fun place. It's where me and Jane met the "trash thrower" a few months ago. The way I see it is, if you're not going to a bar where you can dance, then you need to at least socialize to make the night somewhat interesting. Well, that wasn't about to happen on Friday since we sat at a table in the back corner of the place away from all civilization (except for men going to take a piss since we were right next to the potty.) Then, to top it off, Katie, her friend, and her "I'm really really gay I should just come out of the closet" cousin did not talk AT ALL. Since it's really awkward to sit at a bar in total silence, Jane and I attempted to fill it up with some random small talk and bullshit stories. Isn't that what you're supposed to do when you're drinking? Just bullshit? One of the best things about drinking is the social part. I can easily sit at home drinking and not talking to anyone for free and without having to dirty an outfit. However, the reaction to our talking was not a very good one. The three of them had nothing to say, yet they sat there and stared at us as if we were the two biggest morons on the planet.
Eventually we decided to peace out and go to a bar with a DJ for a little while. The gay cousin decided to stay behind, so it was just the 4 girls at this point. So, we get to this other bar, and we open the door to walk in and we're hit with the hot beats of The Electric Slide!!! Apparently, they still play that song in public. Who knew? So right away me and Jane are like ummmm... I think we should go. But, we go inside anyways and the real deciding factor for my wanting to peace out was the sight of this woman in a denim jacket that had these awful tufts of shredded denim on the shoulders. Complimenting the jacket were some really HOT purple stretch pants and cowboy boots. At this point Katie and her friend are actually considering staying, and me and Jane are like nah, we're out. I decided to head to the next town over, but apparently the 5 minute drive was "too far" for Katie, plus she still had to go get her gay cousin. And so, the posse was officially disbanded, thank God.
We made a quick stop at one bar, but literally walked in and walked right back out. The place pretty much consisted of a 10 man sausage party, and they were blaring Nirvana. Not really our scene. At this point it's like midnight, we've already been to 3 bars, and have each only had one beer. So we're really dying to find a place to settle down in.
I decide to bring us to another bar, which is right next door to this small club. I figure if the bar sucks, we can go to the club. So, we're walking from my car to the bar and as we're passing the club we hear Mario Winans and P. Diddy I Don't Wanna Know blaring from inside. It was a freaking sign, I tell you!!! Not only was a club outside the city limits of AC playing hip-hop, but they were playing one of my favorite songs! So, we go in. The doorman totally wasn't lying when he said it was dead inside. When we walked in there were literally less than 10 people at the bar, and no one dancing, despite the awesome music. Within a few minutes though, 3 40 year old women with Flock of Seagulls haircuts came in, which provided some much needed entertainment. Anyways, we settle down at the bar, quickly make friends with the bartender, and before we know it we're doing shots with him and he's making us the strongest drinks EVER. After two shots and a drink we're totally ready to hit the empty dance floor. I asked the DJ to play Hey Mama by the Black Eyed Peas, and he starts freaking out about how it's the best song ever but he doesn't have a copy. So he's randomly like "Do you have a copy in your car or something? I really want to play it!" Well, I did, and I got it for him. After he played it, he offered to buy the CD from me, but since I'd burned it I just let him keep it. So he was pretty much our best friend for the rest of the night, playing whatever we wanted. He even broke his personal "No Justin" rule for me and played Rock Your Body. Not to mention the fact that we were the only 2 people consistently dancing so really he had no other choice but to play our music.
Even though both of us had been tired from working all day and we had literally been yawning at the first bar, we danced for like 3 hours straight. We had figured on staying till about 2 (they don't close till 4) but suddenly the DJ was playing his last song and it was 3:30 in the morning. It's amazing how good music can totally energize you. We talked to the DJ who said he's there every Friday and only likes to play hip-hop, so we're definitely gonna be hitting that place up every few weeks. It's just like going to Club 14 (our favorite dancing spot in college) except it's upscale (14 didn't exactly line their walls with votive candles and have couches to lounge on) and there's not a crowd of Trenton thugs posted up on the wall watching the girls dance.
When we arrived back at my house at 3:45 am, we stumbled into the kitchen only to find my grandfather eating breakfast. Yes, he was eating breakfast at quarter of 4 in the morning!!! He just kind of looked at us funny, said "Goodmorning!!!", and not knowing what to do we just walked away. Here we were just finishing our Friday and he was already beginning his Saturday. Go figure.
Anyways, we accidentally wound up having a blast and have found ourselves a new hip-hop friendly hangout!
In other news, the old guy from last weekend called again. And I still haven't called back. I feel like such a bitch but sorry, there's just no interest factor there. Friday night I determined that I have this really strange attraction to guys who are wannabe thugs (the DJ was white but not wanting to admit it). Jane says it's ok though, cause she likes guys who are gay (the bartender was straight but not wanting to admit it). There's just something about guys who aren't actually ghetto but have that hip-hop flare. And old guy just ain't got it.
**Quote of the Day**
Jane: What's up with that bitch wearing my shirt???
DJ: Um, that's my girlfriend.
