I was going to start out my post bitching about my lame-ass night out but then I saw a link from NYC Watchdog’s site to mine and that means only one thing …

Thanks punkin’!

Ok. So tonight I looked fucking fabulous. Super cute. I was even impressed with myself. The tan, my hair, my make-up, my sparkly decollatage … it all looked good. I wasn’t sure about busting out the trampy black eyeliner but I’m glad I did. Plus I managed to layer sparkly black eyeshadow over purple without looking like I had two black eyes. Oh yeah, I was a sparkly fucking fabulous bitch.

The plan was to swing by this lesbian bar to see a drag show then go over to our usual dance club. I guess when I heard lesbian bar, I thought, oooh, a girly bar, someplace I’d like! I’m a girl! No. WE WERE SEARCHED FOR WEAPONS! OMG. I’m sure you can imagine the look on my face. I can’t tell you the last time I was “wanded,” outside of an airport. That alone should give you a very good idea of what the place was like.

So yeah, not setting my expectations very high, I still was disappointed. My vodka and cranberry juice was fucking $4.25 and weak as hell. The crowd was tragic and really quite scary. And they played the longest fucking R. Kelly song ever, where he starts babbling about the Chocolate Factory album. That just made me laugh. A drunk girl was doing crazy drunk dancing when we got there and it was only 11. The drag show started 45 minutes late and wasn’t even that good. We left that bar about 12:15 and Chris wasn’t feeling all that good so we just went home.

Le sigh. I just wanted to dance with some cute boys, straight or gay, and be all fabulous and shit. Instead it’s 1:30 a.m., I’m wide awake and sitting on the couch wearing a t-shirt and leggings. Double le sigh. On the bright side, I won’t be hungover tomorrow. I’ll save that for next weekend with Laci and Lucy.

∗ Posted by Monique on 07.15.2007
∗ Accomplishments, Blogging, My life