So it's six thirty in the morning, we've been home from Buffalo for about a half hour, and there are currently six people in my room. Three of them are in my roommate's bed. One of them is in my bed, and it isn't me, and she isn't male. Oh how interesting my life fails to be. There's also a guy snoring in my doorway with his head against the jamb. We are stuck in here.

I forgot how much I hate clubs. Hate. Theoretically people go to clubs to meet people. Dating potential. We're talking about meeting people based on looks and dancing skills. This is obviously a *stupid* thing for someone like me to do. Halfway through the night I told (screamed in the ear of) Carolyn that in the future I should say screw it and find philosophy debates in bookstores or something similar.

I was so depressed, too, because I had been hoping we'd go to the Continental, a crappyish goth place. Instead we went to Marcella's, a crappyish gay club. And it wasn't even for Sunday's drag show. Bleh.

In the end we did have a lot of fun. Mostly not in the club, though. We danced some, and at one point Jocelyn was in the middle of dancing when a ninety five percent naked guy started pole dancing directly behind her. Cue the five of us making gestures variously symbolising "turn around!" ,"don't turn around!" and "holy---*snnnnerk*"

We got lost going into Buffalo *again*. We seem incapable of just going somewhere. Instead we play the game of "how close can we get to Canada without actually going in?" repeatedly. Highly useful, that. So we were an hour late to meet Dave, who thankfully didn't seem to mind too much. On the way there were many escapades and other general crap. I was really touched, though.... when we stopped to get gas, Mordion commented, "Barbara, you look too beautiful for Buffalo." Awwww.

So after a bizarre three hours at the club (featuring Cute Gay Guy for whom I am vicariously glad, since he seems to be getting some, Annoying High Schoolish Boy who couldn't dance, but mainly just stood there while an older girl he clearly didn't deserve danced more skillfully and rather obviously sexually right on top of him, plus Assorted Shirtless Guys, almost all of whom were gay, of course) we finally left and went to a diner. I really enjoyed just being around and talking with my friends. We never see Carolyn anymore, as she's been swallowed whole by our campus newspaper. I guess I'm coming to terms with the idea of not seeing these people again for months and months, when previously I've been living with them, or close to it. Gods, I'm sappy.

I think I've totally got this happiness thing down. Yeah. For today.
posted by Unknown at 4:48 AM