Back from a night on the town

[beandelphiki]

Awfully drunk at the moment.

It's my friend Toni's birthday party today (technically today, as the exact time of her birth is 12:20 am) and we went to Tequila's to celebrate. We went in a very nice limo - I like facing sideways to the road and watching the night sky go by.

Highlights (or lowlights, depending):

-"The Gender Bender" - 6 couples exchange clothing on stage. One m/m couple, one f/f and 4 straight couples jumped up to participate. Was more fun and less depraved than it sounds, as everyone (it seemed to me) was allowed to exchange clothing as much as their comfort allowed. I don't think any of the couples did more than exchange shirts, and it was all very cute, as they were all pretty much hamming it up and being silly.

-My first tequila shot. What's the big deal about this drink, anyway? It doesn't taste that bad.

-Spotted a guy in my journalism program. Now I can look like less of the quiet, lifeless nerd. I was clubbing. Go me.

-Two (one?) girls tried to pick me up. The first one and her friend glommed on to our group on the dance floor and kept looking at me while she was grinding, but she also kept looking at me while whispering to her friend and giggling, so I couldn't tell if she was attracted, or mocking me. Either way, I left. The second one actually grabbed my ass.

Really, I don't know how to handle these things. Maybe it would be different if I were bio. *shrug*

-Valet in the bathroom praised me on what he decided must be a really quality fake ID. He concluded I was 16.

-Very rude bouncer yanked me aside and then asked to see my ID in full view of the dance floor. He said, "You're twenty?" and when I said yes he said, "Well, you look like you're 12," and wasn't kind about it. I refused to dance anymore after that. My friends assured me that this happens all the time in bars and I shouldn't take it personally...I couldn't explain how I just didn't feel safe or happy anymore on the dance floor. He was just so nasty.

-Cops ALL over. Apparently two girls got stabbed (?!?) two nights ago at the same place we were at. Pleasant.

-lytheris gave me a ride home, as she and Nick were going to LazerQuest. Walking to her car, the three of us hooked arms, and we got some comments. One guy shouted out his car window, "Aw, how cute, a threesome!" and I just laughed. Probably if I'd been sober, I would have been upset; but drunk, I took it good-naturedly. Threesome? One of each? Sure! We yelled back that he needs to get some for himself.

It was okay except for that asshole bouncer. I don't understand people who do this all the time, though.

Comments

[siegeengine.livejournal.com]

sounds like a good time.
rrrr! I've never been in a limo!
*jealous*

[beandelphiki.livejournal.com]

Awww.... :(

I've been in one twice. This was the second time, and it was neat, because I liked sitting sideways (movie stars sit sideways in limos!) and I even liked the really cheesy lighting. (Gold strip around the mirror on the ceiling (...), pink, turquoise, silver...yeah. And it faded and brightened depending on the speed of the limo.)

The first time was for a funeral, which was sort of cool because it was obviously a funeral procession, so people stopped for us, and I pretended I was royalty on the way to the church. *queen wave* I guess I wasn't supposed to enjoy it much, since it was a funeral, but hopefully I can be forgiven, since I was only 13.

It's a fleeting pleasure, anyway. Car trips around the city aren't long.

Um, and it was a pretty good time, except for that really asshole bouncer. Apparently, the bouncers there have a bad rep.