Worked. It was stupid, as per usual. After work, friends got me out to the gay club.
I spent my time getting unbelievably drunk, as did everyone who wasn't DD, and being TERRIFIED of one of the drag queens. I thought it was just me, but everyone remarked at how imposing this woman was. Terror.
Anyway, my ass was a magnet or something. It kept getting slapped and/or grabbed all evening. Mostly, I just ignored it, but one girl who slapped it was kind of hot, so I went upstairs with her, where there's a smaller bar in the club, and cozy couches. Made out with her on the couches, then went to find my friends.
It was really ****ing loud. I don't even know what her name was. I told her, "I'm Sara," and she was all, "What?" Then I pointed at myself and said, "Sara." Then she was all, "Nice to meet you. I'm...*garbled unintelligible noise*"
So, yeah. Made out with her. Went to find my friends. Didn't see her again, but someone asked me if my name was Sara, because someone was looking for me upstairs. I said yeah, that I'd go up there, but I didn't. I stayed downstairs, danced like an idiot, got my ass grabbed, slapped some more, and went home.
I half expect to find myself on Craigslist Missed Connections in the morning.
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