Clubbing

Last night was AMAZING. and horrifying.
But first: the weekend.
This weekend was the legendary Big Gay Sleepover (BGS).
I am not going to explain what this entails. It's none of your business.
The weekend started with a show at the Avenger's Tower,and ended with a brunch at the Olympia Family Restaurant.

But last night:
Last night we went out to Steel Night Club. They have a hot Latina Night on Thursdays. And a stripper pole.
We (a bunch of girls) got all dressed up to 'go clubbing.' Unfortunately, I am the only one in the group under 21. To get in, I had to pretend to be a friend of a friend's girlfriend, because he works there. So, my 'boyfriend' and I arrived first:
He fire-man carried me inside, all confidence that we wouldn't run into any problems. However, at the door, the bouncer said that I didn't look old enough, and shined a flashlight in my eyes.
Then he laughed, and asked what color beads I wanted (Mardi Gras). Phew.
Later, Joel ('boyfriend' dearest), told me the other guys that work for Steel were asking him how he 'got that.' Apparently, I'm a hot piece of ass.
It was a lot of fun: I only had to buy 1 drink (Joel bought the rest), and I was dancing more than I had in a long time. This included grinding on a lot of guys, and pushing off the ones that were icky.
I had a few dance-offs. I won every one.
Suck it.
Also, I made out with a guy. On the dance floor. And he kissed terribly.
I mean, so terribly that just thinking about it, I get shivers and want to clean my mouth.
Oh, and we got on the stripper pole before leaving.
No More Rock n Roll.