Spring Fling

Last night was supposed to be epic, hearkening back to the days of yore when going to a club actually sounded like a good idea. When you would get all slutted up and cause a scene and get absolutely shit-canned. When you didn't care if your feet were bleeding because your shoes were fierce! When your hair got ruined as you busted some stellar moves on the dance floor. When you made several bad decisions in a two hour time-frame. Last night was supposed to be EPIC. Last night, we went to bar above a Chipotle. Does that sound like a good idea to you? Although all of things mentioned above are kinda horrible in their own right, NONE of them happened, and the night BLEW CHUNKS. At least if I blew chunks I would have some funny story to tell here now. But I can't say it was a total loss....one of my roommate's friends stripped herself of her belt and gave it to me to wear on Conn Ave, my BF looked smokin hot, and I realized that the 7-11 on Maryland Ave smells like ass at 1am. Fashionable, hot, and informative. Just what I want on a Friday night.