Well, I had an interesting evening. A friend of mine from school/IV was visiting campus for some soccor fundraiser. (side note: I hate living downtown at the moment. I've realized if I lived in a city with lots of traffic all the time, I would go insane. Hmmm...maybe I should work some more on my patience.) Anyways, this friend of mine wanted to go to this place called The Jungle. It's a dance club that has teen night on Fridays. (she and the 2 other people going with are all under 21) So, reluctantly (I dislike dancing and stupid teenagers that dress like skanks, and lots of cigarette smoke) I decided I would go with them. I realized that I had made a really bad choice on footwear as we walked over there and a blister was already forming on my little toe. Great, I'm thinking, this is a good start to an evening filled with cutting a rug (I'm feeling old at the moment, I thought it would fit my mood).
It's about 9pm and we get there to find a line filled with scantily clad teenage girls (some that looked far too young to be out that late) and boys who needed to have thier eyes shoved back into their heads. We stand in line behind a guy smoking and it's blowing right in my face. Wow, it's quite clear why I don't really do this very often and why I feel quite old at the moment. After not too much time, we make our way to the front of the line. Pulling out our ID's to prove that we're all, what, 16? I did get carded at Fantastic Four last night, just in case I was a 16 year old out past curfew. Well, we didn't make it in cause one of the girls with us forgot her license. Darn, maybe next time.
So, that was my night. I ended up feeling old and getting a blister on my little toe. Why do things that happen to your little toe hurt so much. Honestly, it's so small.
Enough of this nonsense, I'm off to bed. Goodnight everyone!
posted by Katie @ 12:39 AM
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