My friends had been talking about hitting a club/bar on Sunday and invited me to come. I'm usually not down for it, but I felt that this weekend was a treat myself out weekend (since I did just buy a phone, FINALLY!). I made enough money at work during the day to party with the fellas and partied we did. I haven't had a time out like that in a LONG time. We jumped from one spot cuz it was whack and headed to the premier spot on Sundays, Eyebar. It was packed when we got there and there was a $10 cover. I had to get a few drinks in my system and then I was on a roll. I found my spot on the wall and WENT IN!!!! A couple of dudes commented on my energy, they said I was really into it and my response was along the lines of, 'I don't go out too often and I have to party when I can.' It was just a fun night that I want to recapture in the future.
Oh yea, I had a couple of loose thoughts roaming my head while I was out:
- Why pay to stand on the wall?
- Some people are a hot mess while others are a hot tranny mess
- My tolerance with Jack is getting high, I'm gonna have to step up to that Jim.
- My eyesight is not improving.
- Beyonce makes the queen come out!
- I need to stretch and do more thigh exercises, my thighs were semi on fire.
- I need to train with Mels to work out the kinks in my wine.
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