So last night, I went out with my former step cousin Heather (her mom's second husband was my dad's cousin...please let me know if you need a diagram). Heather and I haven't been out in ages. So I primped and dolled myself up and got ready. We ended up being late because Wachovia Bank is full of fuckers. He received his new ATM card yesterday, but his PIN was reset and now he can't use the card, all because the acccount expired since they hadn't sent him a card in the first place (again, I can draw a diagram...). And when he called to find out why the card wouldn't work, they told him that he should get the PIN number in the mail tomorrw. Um...we don't get mail on Sundays...
Anyway, we show up late because of all this, stole a table from another section, and sat ourselves down in the middle of a weird situation. On the other side of the table from me was Heather's husband, her ex-husband and some random hot guy in between them. Heather introduces me to the hot guy and through conversation we discover that he works for one of my customers...but a good customer, meaning I really don't have to deal with them. We order food, drink a little and then we go to the Maingate because Heather wants to dance.
We show up at the Maingate and we are by far the youngest people there. By far! I'm like, "Hey where's the after party? At a geriatrics home?" and "When are they going to open the bingo room?" On the dance floor is a guy who looks suspiciously like Al Roker the weather guy and he was wearing a fanny pack dancing by himself. In fact, the Al look alike was the only guy on the dance floor. They were playing dance songs from about 9 or 10 years ago, which I don't mind exactly because I actually know those songs. So as the dance floor gained a few people and our alcohol levels increased, we danced a little.
Then this other guy and girl that were with us said that they wanted to go to Croc Rocks. Since pretty girls always get their own way, we left. Paul was worried about running into his parents anyway. We told them that if they were looking for a younger crowd, Phoebe Home was right down the street. When we got to Croc Rocks, we discoverd Crystal Roxx was playing. I hate them. At least I used to, they might be better now, but I'll never know because I watched them do one bad Alice In Chains cover and we went downstairs. Heather talked me into getting up with her to sing some gay Shania Twain song that I don't know in the karaoke room. I didn't know how the song went so I just kinda stood there like Ashlee Simpson (minus the hoe down) with the microphone down by my side.
Heather kept whining that she wanted to dance but couldn't because the dance rooms were playing bad music and no one was in them, so we went back to the Maingate. They let us right back in because, for whatever reason, they remembered us. It was a little more crowded and younger at this point. There are a few bars in there and when I ordered a Miller Lite, this one lady gave me a draft. She said that was all they had, but in the meantime, there were bottles on the other side of the room. Bitch.
We danced a little. I tried to get Paul to dance a little by threatening to dance with the hot guy, but that didn't work. I don't really think he cared. And besides, the hot guy was on the prowl, but all of the girls he was trying to dance with kept ignoring him. That was actually kind of entertaining. Heather and I were smashed by this point. We left and came home.
I woke up this morning and not only am I not hung over (I really don't get hangovers...I can actually count the number of times that I've had them and tell you specifically what I did that night and how much I drank), but my batteries are fully charged and I am full of energy! I guess I should get going to so I can get stuff done.
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