Okay, part 2, and while I hate half assing it, I can't get into my 'guide' stchick that I had before, so I'll just tell what happened as well as I can.
The car ride:
[hide] I was in the car with four other people, and we were following another 'lead' car, and it was supposedly going to lead us to the club on a safe trip.
Somewhere along the line, the driver in the lead car thought it would be funny to change lanes every four seconds, and the poor driver for our car had to follow suit. What entailed was a really swervy ride where we couldn't stop swaying, and we even called the other car to tell them to quit snaking around in traffic. Naturally, when we got there, everyone was a little woozy.[/hide]
The Club:
[hide] Where do I begin?
First off, in high school, the last time I went to a place with a lot of dancing and bright lights, I got anxious and wanted to punch somebody. I was wary of this, but I decided to just fuck it all and try to take things in stride.
….First thing I noticed is that clubs are crowded. VERY crowded. And everyone is pretty much moving. It was swimming upstream with a bunch of salmon. And you always had to talk loudly in order to be heard, because of the loud music (which was rap at the time. My favorite genre.):getlost:
What really sucked is that there was this television that was playing 'Fuck You', but it might as well have been on mute.
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What the hell are they doing there in the first place, then? We like the Matrix or something?
So anyway, I had like two drinks overall (I had three before we got there, and I think only one person really drank heavily). I think both were Bud Lite, but one had a shot of…something in it. Made it taste a little sweet, which I liked. Overall, I think I got a little buzzed, but I was too active to really feel it.
Another thing: Clubs are hot!
Probably from all the body heat in one place. So I'm drinking, it's loud, and I can't see my C-Lo, but it's pretty…nice to get out. I think I might be getting addicted to people again. I even noticed this nice looking girl dancing at the other end of the bar, but the club wasn't really my kind of prowling ground, and the reason I went in the first place was so that I wouldn't have to think about women (long story, and most of my friends already heard about my story already.)
Then comes the weirdest part. We went dancing. I never went dancing before. And I thought I would be frightened again.
Instead....I was only mildly annoyed. Here I was, a stoic guy among people swinging their arms, hips and legs. I was probably less conscience about myself because 1) It was a pretty chill environment and 2) I was dancing with friends. I started out just moving side to side with my hands in my pockets. (I think I was the only guy there who did so), but eventually one of the girls (my friend's girlfriend) grabbed my arms and swung them for me while my friend told me how to move my legs.
....-_-;
That was my face as they were teaching me this. But to be honest, I was enjoying myself a little, being able to move, but because I was making that face, my friend pulled me out, thinking that I was having a bad time.
I surprised myself when I resisted a little and went right back in there.
0_0 I still have no idea why I did that, but it felt right.
It didn't help that this song was playing at one point:
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How could I leave when that started playing?
At one point, my friend went to the smoking room (the only quiet area in the whole place). We heard from a drunk, slurring guru about the relationship with women, including office friend, work friend, bitch, girl friend, how they get ten times more demanding after sex and how women with big boobs have big egos.
…cough
Finally, we were all ready to leave, but there was one more thing my friend had to show me. Outside, there was a hot dog cart (at 1 in the morning), and he bought me a Street Dog, something he told me I had to try once.
I took one bite.
Next thing I know, I was waking up with a hangover the size of LA and the taste of asphalt in my mouth.
I had stayed up so late and drank so much (for my second time, I was still a light weight), that my head felt like a boulder for the whole day.
So, my thoughts on the whole experience?
[hide][hide][hide][hide]I'd do it twice. Or three times. Or four more.[/hide][/hide][/hide][/hide]
And that's what clubbing was like for me.[/hide]