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Night life lessons
Night life lessons The speakers pound the floor with a trembling sound. You feel it in your bones, you feel it in the ground. You wonder why you bothered 'going out'. Pub crawls were never your thing, and to be invited to this one was a friendly offer no one expected to be accepted, especially you. As the first bar welcomes you to 'adulthood' with indifference, you decide to stick to the walls. You always were the type to avoid attention. A friend buys you a drink, and you're quick to inhale it, shaking your sobriety slightly. You worry you're over dressed. The pub crawl theme was "business and bling", since you're a broke punk, you decide to go all business. Apparently you clean up well, if compliments from strangers can be trusted. Despite the possitive attention you feel like an asshole in your vest, and black tie combo. Maybe you should've stayed home. "May bee's" should be left for spring. For some reason, you wish you were wearing a skirt, now more so than usual. Sometime around the third club you found yourself on the dance floor, doing your best impression of someone that knows how to dance. You suck at dancing, but you feel it's better to be the worst at dancing than to be the best at standing still. you've lost track of what drink you're on. Dancing has that effect on you, and your two left feet. The group leaves for the transport to the next club that looks slightly different from this club. The 'party bus' is less of a party and more of a field trip with drunks. You don't have any balloon animals, but you feel like a clown all the same. Except, you're not fun at parties. ...girls just want to have fun. |
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