another drink on the house please

in a weird way, its really nice to hear my name followed by a dirty joke first thing as i come to work. friday my roommate turned 21. weekend of party. thursday night alyssa and i decided to take her to Trader Sam's, the neighborhood tiki bar. a little dive populated by old dirty men during the day and young yuppie kids in the night, although the place always smells like old people. i work across the street from the place and made my acquaintance with the bar tender and the bouncer. so it was arranged that vanessa would get a hard time getting into the bar. plan worked. she was on the verge of tears when finally the bouncer told her that we were all playing a joke on her and happy birthday. knowing that i had to wake up at 6am the next morning, i didn't really care how late i stayed up, im young, good looking (i think) and ready to party. a couple of fruity drinks later and a few free shots from the bar tender, the birthday girl was on her way of becoming a 21 year old. Me? I know from experience. Old and wise. It was one of those nights when I felt really good being around the people that I was with. It felt like a warm and fuzzy feeling. Like the kind of feeling you get when you are 10 and receive a letter from a secret admirer, or when you just went through a horrible break up and all your friends are there to bucket your tears and feed you chocolate, or the feeling you get from watching a foreign film with subtitles. The bouncer bought us a huge bowl of something with alcohol in it and a million straws pointing out called the Scorpion. We stumbled home and continued the next day. We ended up the next night at a nice little ma and pa Mexican joint, which I remember for its horrible mole. The place was pretty awesome, mariachi and everything. Michael was attacked by an overage milf who gawk at his height and made her boyfriend give Vanessa a $10 for a drink. The dance party started after dinner at the Beauty Bar. That's right. First song I hear once I come in was Michael Jackson. That's a recipe for a great night! The place was pretty well decorated. The chairs were those old hair dressing chairs with huge hair dryers attached to the back. You could have even had your nails painted if you wanted to. The place was so packed we could barely move but the music was awesome, Prince, The Cure, some new stuff, some old stuff. We left cuz it was way too packed and ended up going to a place called Delirium, it took us 10 minutes just to get through to the dance room, which was also a smoke room and also... an everything room by the looks of it.

Now I am getting ready for another week of school. But now its not as difficult to get through. I finally feel like I belong somewhere and that the people around me are amazing individuals. I think that is what I really was looking for all along, amazing amazing people. I love you guys.