Toni and I declared last night as our official first night out of the year. Although we had gone to dinner the first weekend of the year, we didn't consider that a "night out" as we didn't really hit the clubs. Plus, it was the night where we had dinner with Mr. A and his date. Remember my last post? Yeah... that was brutal!
Our plan was to gather several people at Toni's, have some pre-bar drinks, and then go out. Towards the end of last week, one of our cowokers who was supposed to go out with us somehow announced on Facebook that she was considering going out of town for the weekend. Great. People would just stand us up like that! Speaking of priorities...! So, that left Toni and me sort of hanging as we had to change our game plan. Of course, we still wanted to go out.
On Saturday, my face was "acting up" (for lack of better words). It got sort of flakey and peeling. What had happened was I had exfoliated my face last weekend and then went out running in the sun. While running, the sunscreen started wearing off as I was wiping the sweat off my face. So... a week later, I started seeing the consequence of it! After all these years of exfoliating my skin, you would think I would have known better. Nope. Long story short, I didn't feel like going out showing off my peeling face. So, I texted Toni and told her the bad news. She texted me back saying, "Sounds like a Pokemon excuse. Put some lotion and stop being such a baby!" (Toni and I came up with the definition of the Pokemon syndrome where people tell you they'll hang out with you, but then they cancel you last minute-- for instance, our coworker mentioned above!) I thought, "Well, I was going to a straight bar anyway. What the heck." So, I agreed to still go out with her. We decided to meet at her place at 10pm.
Toni had started her night at a birthday party. So, she was all set by the time I got to her place. Her dress that night was just stunning. I thought all the straight guys would be all over her "girls" if you know what I mean ;-)
We then knocked on her neighbor's door for pre-bar drinks. Being such a lady, of course, Toni brought her own Rasberry Vodka and a bottle of Sprite. We successfully pursued her neighbors (three of them) to go out with us. Sweet! So, the five of us got in the car and went to the Power & Light district where all the straight kids hang out these days.
It was freaking cold that night. Good thing the bar was inside. They had a pretty good crowd last night. Quite a few cute guys and girls, I thought. The bar we like to go to plays 80's music. Yup... Barbie Girl, Spice Girls, Michael Jackson... you name it! Toni and I take the dance moves and sing along very seriously at this place.
As I was dancing, there was a girl playing with my hair. I took that as a sign of "Hey... I think you're cute. Let's dance." Toni was off somewhere else. So, I, by default, ended up dancing with her. What was I supposed to do? Honestly, I didn't mind dancing with her. I thought it was fun. But was I supposed to do anything else? Was I supposed to ask for her name or her number or kiss her or play with her hair back? If I was, I didn't do anything of that. She was a cute girl, but not really my type... err, actually, not my cup of tea. Sorry...
It is really odd to me. Everytime I go to a straight bar, I get hit on by girls. I must be at least decent looking. And my dance moves are probably not too bad. But, how come I've never been hit on by a guy at a gay bar? Is there something about me that attracts women, but not men? If you know the answer, let me know. I need to do some investigation on that.
I think everyone had a great time last night. Toni's sister and her boyfriend joined us later on. They are such a cute couple. Honestly, I thought the music was just ok last night (they always play the same music every week over and over again). The crowd was alright. But I think it was the company that made it a great time. We enjoyed ourselves. And that was what mattered.
We'll see how many parties we are going to have this year. Tomorrow is Monday already. I'm sure interesting things will happen to me next week. For now, gotta get ready for the big week...
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