01.30.05 :: 5:29 pm
Friday night was fun for a while and then I got claustrophobia with all the weird hipsters packed like sardines all around me.
And I didn't "get" the go-go dancer in fishnets, slip, and Uggs gyrating above me.
And I certainly didn't "get" getting hit on (?) by the weird little manboy with the bob and the funny accent: "I am in a band and that it my manayer."
My response, when he walked over to me again was "NO." And "Go stand over there. Now."
And I didn't "get" nor did I particularly LIKE the drunk fratty dude dancing/frottaging behind me though I was not paying him any attention.
I think I'm at the phase where I'm good to go with a bottle of wine and a board game and a movie at home.
I can't believe there was ever a time when Ruby and I would go out and do all of this practically every single weekend.
I don't know.
I am entirely unready for the upcoming work week. I feel exhausted just thinking about it.
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