Damn last night was fabulous. I made it home about 3:30 a.m. (if you don’t take the time change into account), a tired lil’ punkin’.

My barometer of how drunk I am is my dancing. I don’t dance, usually. Last night, I was up on fucking stage and the catwalk dancing with my friends. Yeah, I was drunk. Some guy in a disturbing Minnie Mouse-ish costume with bigger boobs than me fondled my boob within the first 15 minutes I was at the bar. I said something about his rack and he left lol. The club was packed and there were more straight people there than usual. I know, because I had a guy buying me drinks. He was hot, or seemed it at the time lol. My group had a table, as we got there early, and while everyone was out dancing/at the bar, these two guys came over. One was hanging back and the other was dancing, badly. He said, “I like your _______.” (It was loud. Hat? Hair?) Then a few minutes later, after much conferring with his friend, he came over and said, “I’m here _______. _____ 21-year-old gay friend. __________ drink?” But of course.

When my friends came back, they totally circled the wagons around me. It was kind of funny, my little gay posse. That’s when I got dragged up on stage. I haven’t had drinks bought for me in forever, so that was fun.

∗ Posted by Monique on 10.29.2006
∗ Friends, Holidays