I went clubbing. And I grew this immunity towards it after working with club promotions for nearly three years. Anyway, I met someone when I was in New York this past Tuesday at Turntables on the Hudson. I know I know! I willingly went to a 'club like' scene in New York, when I won't even bother or dread doing it in Houston. But! Houston clubs and NY clubs..are different! Of course when you're in NY it seems no different than any other culturally diverse thing, but in Houston, the same music, the same people, etc. Or so I thought! I guess I just need to go once a month to not feel the monotany..Anyway, I digress again!! I had soo much fun! I got drunk! Which seems to be a pre-requisite for clubbing. And I danced..in HEELS! Which is very diffiuclt to do well. I met up with the person I befriended in NY and drank some more! OOoooo drinking! hahaha..yeah don't need to drink anymore. But one night of it, wasn't so bad. I didn't drink at all in NY and in general I'm not a really big drinker. When I drink, or want one, it's most likely because..I'm thirsty. So if I'm drinking an alcoholic beverage I drink it like there's no alchohol in it. Verrry bad. Next thing I know BAAM! The inner borracho takes over! You run into things and hurt yourself, but don't feel until the morning. You're loud and 'friendly'. You call people out on their bullshit a lot sooner than you would've otherwise, sober. You loudly sing the songs you're too cool to admit you really like, surprising yourself on how well you know the words. "You think you're cooler than meeeee"
Well, that's what happens to me when I'm drunk.
I slammed my finger in the bathroom door and it really hurts now. When I got to Rich's I met a very nice Nigerian man and quickly made him my official dance partner for the night. Well for about 20 min. He was getting too touchy. I told him I was 29. He told me he was 21. I told him I felt like a pedophile. And he replied, "Oh no you're a cougar!" I didn't honestly think he'd believe I was 29. And there's nothing wrong with being 29. I think it's that age that says you're young, but really don't have time for bullshit. So, at my 29 y/o age. I told him "I don't want to dance with you anymore" shook hands and just walked off. Oh, I really think I broke his heart.
Right before arriving at Rich's, I was at a place called Reign. That's where I met up with the NY acquaintance, I also saw a friend whom I hadn't seen in nearly a year. We had a pretty bad falling out. It was really odd too because I was totally just thinking about her a couple days prior. And then she just appeared, when I was drunk off my ass! And when I tell you I am NEVER drunk..yeah once in a blue moon. She saw me in a totally different light that night. We didn't completely reconcile because I was too intoxicated to talk seriously with her. The NY friend left me and we stayed a while longer. She insisted on me accompanying her to Rich's with these Russian/Spanish guys. Yes Russian Spanish guys. We hop in the cab and suddenly I'm made aware that apparently I'm from Brazil and just moved here 4 months ago. Doesn't my friend have a great imagination! So I just try to roll with it. One guy is trying to speak to me in Portuguese, my friend is talking to some guy in the back in Spanish. I think he was Russian, sounded like he was straight from Puerto Rico. Then the guy in the front seat made friends with the driver who also happened to be Russian.
"I HAVE TO PEE!!!!"
I felt the need to let everyone know this as we got closer to Rich's. My friend is tells me to go ahead and that she'd catch up. I stumble through the line with an authoritative entitlement. And yell again to the cash girl "I HAVE TO PEE!!!" And I had no troubles getting through. Inside I meet a girl with faux white eyelashes..I dunno. She was really polite though, let me go ahead of her.
"Yeah, you're doing the pee dance, guess you've gotta go a bit more than me"
The girl that was in the stall gives me this horrid stare. Must've been because I yelled "CAN YOU PLEASE PUSH THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR ASS A LITTLE BIT FASTER".. yeah must've been because of that.
Nevertheless, I get my pee on and slam my finger. Lost my friend and didn't have the patience to wait around. I did call and text. I even waited outside hoping to see her come out. It was wayyyy too loud in there.
Outside I met a bike cart driver..? Is that what you call them? Anyway, we were chatting it up. He complimented me and I indulged his whatever he was talking about with real interest. He bought me a water and a ice-cream. Yes there was an ice-cream man outside. And a pizza guy! The bike carter already had a pizza someone had given to him. Oh man, you should never accept food from strangers. Especially ones selling pizza at 3:24 in the morning. That pizza was sooo awful. I'm glad I didn't force myself to continue with the one slice. I would've felt wayyy worse today.
All the while though, I'm thinking, "How the fuck am I going to get back to my car???" And then I suddenly had this epiphany to have him bike me all the way from midtown to washington. This should be fun right?
And it totally was!! I've never gotten a ride on one of those things but it was so refreshing. The air was crisp and cool, very uncharacteristic of Houston. And the pace was nice and easy, not rushed, which is nice to enjoy from time to time. Especially after something with such high energy as a club. I got to my car in about 20 min. Gave him $15 and somehow managed to get home doing the speed limit no swervves. Check the fb and passed out.
I really had intentions of waking up in two hours for work in the morning, really I did. But that totally was NOT happening. The combination of two rum and cokes, three shots of.. something, one orange and grey goose, a quarter of really really bad pizza, a drum stick ice-cream cone, dancing for a rough total of two hours and ride in a bike cart all ending at my home at around 5am..yeah work at 7am was not happening.
So now, I'm looking for a job on craigslist. Ok, not really. I'm on facebook. But hopefully that little mandatory meeting that was so pleasantly bestowed upon us YESTERDAY was not too high in attendance. Maybe I won't have to search for one hahaha.
I really feel good. Nothing to do with the clubbing. Just felt soooo good to put my worries aside and stop being so serious all the time. It felt really really really good.
