well, I'm not sure how your valentine's days went, but mine was eventful. I felt like a cop out and went to a Q100 radio singles party from 8-12. I had a good time, it was like any other club, which isn't always my scence so it was different. I spent some time cruising the party and some time on the dance floor, but I found what I always seem to find, few people looking to meet more people and lots of people interested in hanging out with the group that they came with. Since I went by myself it wasn't working too well. I was able to drink a good bit (place was too expensive). True to the British drinking roots that I have, I was unable to keep a drink in my hand for more than 5 minutes (I went through 6 rum and cokes within the first hour). At this point I was well off in the alkihaul department, had spent my time on the dance floor and was looking to sober up so that I could move on to the Library where Girls Gone Wild was apparently going to be (sweet!!!!!). I sat down to detox around 10:10 or so, and started talking to these two girls, Dana and Ashley who had basically been wallflowers the entire evening, doing some quality people watching.
I end up staying the rest of the party hanging out with these girls. I have another drink or so, which further inhibits my ability to go home. The party is wrapping up and apparently we are moving on to Front Page News, nearby joint with a pubish feel, which works for me. Fortunately the ladies knew where we were going. Get there, slam a guiness to top the night off. I've learned that I finish the average guinness in three tips of the glass. Ashley was talking to her DJ friend and I got to learn more about Dana, a "almost 30 year old" physch person who helps kids with issues. While we're at the place someone hita transformer and half of the lights go out, so we're sitting there in the close to dark talking. Ashley had requested some some and asked if I wanted anything, to shich I of course responded with my song, Young MC's Bustamove. Song cues up and I hear some rumbling's from a circle on the dance floor. A whiteboy circle had formed and that was a circle I could break in. So I hit a few moves, through my drunken state, high five like white kids do and then checked back into the table.
At some point Dana gets a call from her man, lights up 'cause she gettin' some tonight, and decides it is time to leave. Ashley is hungrey, and I'm still too toasted to make it home (I think it is 1:30 by now). Dana heads to the highlands, and Ashleyand I get a cab over to the old IHOP, which is now a disco diner. We sit there and eat for a while, and talk a good bit. We had a lot of odd similarities that keep the conversation interesting. Eventually the food is done and we decide to move on. Dana was her ride home, so now it is me. We start to leave, realize it is really fucking cold outside (and niether of us has a jacket) so we call another cab. While waiting for the cab she see's one of her friends, oddly enough one that she was supposed to find earlier that night, because she had her jacket. So we get a ride back to my car, then head to her place. She invites me in . . . and that is where the story will end for now. I eventually got home around 5:30 in the morning. Easily the most eventful valentine's I have had. Also I think this is the first time I have ever gone home with a girl I met at a bar. So what happened with you guys??
M
I end up staying the rest of the party hanging out with these girls. I have another drink or so, which further inhibits my ability to go home. The party is wrapping up and apparently we are moving on to Front Page News, nearby joint with a pubish feel, which works for me. Fortunately the ladies knew where we were going. Get there, slam a guiness to top the night off. I've learned that I finish the average guinness in three tips of the glass. Ashley was talking to her DJ friend and I got to learn more about Dana, a "almost 30 year old" physch person who helps kids with issues. While we're at the place someone hita transformer and half of the lights go out, so we're sitting there in the close to dark talking. Ashley had requested some some and asked if I wanted anything, to shich I of course responded with my song, Young MC's Bustamove. Song cues up and I hear some rumbling's from a circle on the dance floor. A whiteboy circle had formed and that was a circle I could break in. So I hit a few moves, through my drunken state, high five like white kids do and then checked back into the table.
At some point Dana gets a call from her man, lights up 'cause she gettin' some tonight, and decides it is time to leave. Ashley is hungrey, and I'm still too toasted to make it home (I think it is 1:30 by now). Dana heads to the highlands, and Ashleyand I get a cab over to the old IHOP, which is now a disco diner. We sit there and eat for a while, and talk a good bit. We had a lot of odd similarities that keep the conversation interesting. Eventually the food is done and we decide to move on. Dana was her ride home, so now it is me. We start to leave, realize it is really fucking cold outside (and niether of us has a jacket) so we call another cab. While waiting for the cab she see's one of her friends, oddly enough one that she was supposed to find earlier that night, because she had her jacket. So we get a ride back to my car, then head to her place. She invites me in . . . and that is where the story will end for now. I eventually got home around 5:30 in the morning. Easily the most eventful valentine's I have had. Also I think this is the first time I have ever gone home with a girl I met at a bar. So what happened with you guys??
M
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