Late Nights, tardo moments, & inconvenience

In lieu of my atrocious mood yesterday my friend demanded that I come to the city. Also that she would pick me up with a garuntee of fun.

Expectedly I say no to this. I'm convinced that drag assing around the city with a group of her friends that for some reason I never quite clicked with is probably the last thing I'd like to do, It's probably my least favorite kind of hanging out. Mainly, I loath driving to the city. I predictably lose items (wallets, keys, pretty much anything important)at the most inopportune moments. The arbitrary parking laws give me tickets, or get me towed. I decided to let her pick me anyway since she was seeing family in Media. I figured it might cheer me up.

She had convinced me to go to destroy your liver night which is an open bar night at the Khyber. The title alone sounds like an awful idea (and I would most likely say no to occasion on pretty much any night of the week) but I kept an open mind. She was nice enough to cheer me up and was willing to drive and I know she thinks I hate having fun. But here's the thing these bars or places like this were never my thing. I can't say that I've ever been into this. Predictably, the bar was packed with sweaty hipsters, and ear shredding (shitty)music, like I had expected. No surprises. I think half the crowd was underage too which annoyed me because there was a disgusting amount of drinking going on.

However, It had been a long time since I had a fun night of drinking and I decided to ignore all of my normal hang ups about these kinds of places. And to my surprise I had met too very wonderful accaintances that lived in Virginia. I convinced them to dance on the slipperly floors and everyone eventually joined. Air kicks insued, and I kept saying to the Virginians "I don't know about this" and with the shrug of a shoulder they said "neither do I". This was then followed up by an unspoken look of "but fuck it anyway". Which made this a fun night. I'm normally a reserved/inhibited individual and as everyone knows I am not some dance party connoisseur who makes a living of this. I'd much rather prefer a quieter bar, with great friends. But every now and then a sudden overwhelming shard of confidence comes over me. With no hesitation I start dancing, or impulsively talking. I believe it is when I feel retardedly anxious or bored (Alcohol is not to blame). It's a nervous tick if anything. People bite their finger nails I just get overwhelmingly enthusiastic. Plus, I figured it is better to join everyone else's good time rather than standing still against the wall looking pissed off (I've also done that many of times but why go?).

Thankfully, I didn't get too drunk. Although some people threw up in the street and again in the sink when we went back home. I was glad to help, and happy that I stuck to beer. I did however wake up with this unspeakable, shooting pain in my upper spine and lower arm. At first I thought it was the rock hard futon I slept on but shortly following this memories of the mondo spill that had occured on the dance floor had appeared. Effortlessly i managed to pull this suave move off with no warning. When you're drinking no amount of talking can convince other people that you're not sloppy fall down drunk. Due to this tardo moment, in a tardo place not a word of explanation comes out even though it was highly noticable. We left shortly after, anyway. I will confidently say I am one clumsy sasquatch in motion anytime of day (booze, no booze)and if you've ever hung out with me, you know this.

Back to driving in the city and how a person without a car should be free of any traffic violations?? This is completly false once you get into your another vehicle. While running some errands for my friend, in her car while she primped for some dreamboat to show up. A rather snarky cop gave me a $116 ticket for not yielding to the right of way at an intersection. Even though opposing traffic had blinked their high beams for me to go in front of them and stood still. Naturally, a vehicle should never stop in the middle of the intersection if its obvious the cars are staying put. To top that off, I lost the keys before she drove me to the train station. We found them. THANK GOD.


So much for savings and I declare that I will not be driving to the city of Philadelphia for all of 2007.