So last night, my GIRLS and I like, TOTALLY got our DRINK on. It was SOOO TOTALLY NUTS. We are SOOOOO CRAZY (LOL times 1,000).
Anyways, that's enough time wasted on talking like a moron.
But in all seriousness, I went to the one place I vowed never to go again: The Palace. The night was proceeded by plenty of catching up with girls I haven't seen in years. However, I felt one step behind a lot of them (okay, more like 25 steps behind). They talked all about maternal instinct (well, actually I coined it as that). They discussed taking care of their boyfriend's sister's baby and all that stuff. Also, all of them (girls, not babies) have gotten so skinny! I felt like that fat girl that you dress up and drag around. Well, not really but everyone was skin and bones. You know when you're away from people and you realize that time and proximity is never a factor? I have a lot of friends like that. However, last night was kind of weird. Oh well, I have witnessed enough unattractive people grinding to keep my appetite soothed for awhile.
When we got there, it was packed. The girl working at the door accussed me of not paying! And I did! I know I sound like a rambeling drunk idiot, but in all seriousness, i DID pay. So then when the guy went to take my ticket (two seconds later), I was like "I just payed that girl" and she claimed not to remember! I am glad I am not a Dana drunk because I would have probably done something irrational like ripped a picture off the wall. Anyways, not only did I end up in an arena of moral corruption and decay, I have to pay an extra $4 for it. And then I felt like my peripheral vision was raped as I watched girls do a "wet t-shirt contest." Allison made me talk to the only (somewhat) attractive person standing beside us. So the conversation went like this:
"Where are you from?"
"Toronto"
"How old are you? 19 right?"
"Uh...more like 17. I have a fake ID"
Ew! So I lied and said I was 19. However, in Palace code, 17 probably means that he's actually 15. Anyways, I got scared and felt uncomfortable and like a cougar. Even though it was friendly small talk, I just couldn't proceed with the conversation. Then there was a fight over a girl and I ate pizza, called my sister and sang her Happy Birthday (even though it wasn't?) and went to sleep. I am glad I don't visit the Palace often.
Anyways, that's enough time wasted on talking like a moron.
But in all seriousness, I went to the one place I vowed never to go again: The Palace. The night was proceeded by plenty of catching up with girls I haven't seen in years. However, I felt one step behind a lot of them (okay, more like 25 steps behind). They talked all about maternal instinct (well, actually I coined it as that). They discussed taking care of their boyfriend's sister's baby and all that stuff. Also, all of them (girls, not babies) have gotten so skinny! I felt like that fat girl that you dress up and drag around. Well, not really but everyone was skin and bones. You know when you're away from people and you realize that time and proximity is never a factor? I have a lot of friends like that. However, last night was kind of weird. Oh well, I have witnessed enough unattractive people grinding to keep my appetite soothed for awhile.
When we got there, it was packed. The girl working at the door accussed me of not paying! And I did! I know I sound like a rambeling drunk idiot, but in all seriousness, i DID pay. So then when the guy went to take my ticket (two seconds later), I was like "I just payed that girl" and she claimed not to remember! I am glad I am not a Dana drunk because I would have probably done something irrational like ripped a picture off the wall. Anyways, not only did I end up in an arena of moral corruption and decay, I have to pay an extra $4 for it. And then I felt like my peripheral vision was raped as I watched girls do a "wet t-shirt contest." Allison made me talk to the only (somewhat) attractive person standing beside us. So the conversation went like this:
"Where are you from?"
"Toronto"
"How old are you? 19 right?"
"Uh...more like 17. I have a fake ID"
Ew! So I lied and said I was 19. However, in Palace code, 17 probably means that he's actually 15. Anyways, I got scared and felt uncomfortable and like a cougar. Even though it was friendly small talk, I just couldn't proceed with the conversation. Then there was a fight over a girl and I ate pizza, called my sister and sang her Happy Birthday (even though it wasn't?) and went to sleep. I am glad I don't visit the Palace often.
2 Comments:
At 8:21 AM,
Anonymous said…
ew that whole night sounds SICK!!
funny enough though, everytime i have been to the palace i have actually had fun. but i don't think i would ever plan on going there...
how are the kitties making out with carter???
~N
At 12:48 PM,
katherine said…
What? D-town gossip? Kids and E? Please tell me when you get here IN 15 DAYS!
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