Sam and I had a delicious meal with her family then met up with Lindsey and Jessica at her parents house.
An interesting aside... I had an immensely irritating make-up dilemma! I bought some cute eye shadow from Physicians Formula that plays up green eyes. I applied all necessary make-up and finally got to the eye shadow. I decided to use a trio of shades for the evening, one being the bane of existence to me for the evening. It was a very dark, metallic green. After I put it on I just didn't like it. I hated it. The shade was so dark it made me look like I had a black eye especially since I had wiped some little smudges from underneath my eye and it decided to smear into my skin and not come off. I had to resort to washing my face because no other method would do. The makers should use this powder as the base for permanent ink. They would make a freaking fortune...
After I scrubbed my face raw and re-applied my make-up (thanks Sam) we got to the club around 9:30 and as soon as the normal people wearing outer wear (excluding Sam from this because she's a freak o' nature regarding the cold) checked our coats, we went to the dance floor. I made a pit stop, of course. Anyways, there was no one there... well, there was, but it was this "regular" guy who apparently is there all the time and dances like he was "a maniac on the floor" a la Flashdance. We approach the floor in our little girl group and get to two-steppin (IT WAS 80's NIGHT! Thank god!) as typical white females do. Actually, Jessica has her own set of moves and variations that put the rest of us to shame. ACDC comes on and it has about 10 of us on the floor and the first dance off for a free beer is announced. Whoever had the best guitar solo won. I did not win.
Poor Jessica, she had so many guys clamoring for her dancing skills you would have thought she was a "private dancer" (Sorry, but the lyrics thing is what I do, deal). Most of the evening was sequestering her, or the group, from random, gyrating drunks. Lots o' thrills ladies, let me tell ya. After about my 4th vodka tonic (I like it with lemons now for those of you who care to know) I'm feeling the buzz and having a good time cage dancing and going nuts with the girls. Then another dance off is called for Madonna's Like a Virgin. In my brain addled state, and since I just bought another drink, I didn't go out to the floor for this one, but chose to keep a very nice looking table company.
It didn't last long though. NONE of the girls were doing what Madonna did at the VMAs. It was one of the things that got her noticed early in her career! I walk out to the girls and try to scream at them to get on the floor and thrust around. A free six pack was on the line. They wouldn't do it, and if I had had any less to drink I probably wouldn't have either. I slam my drink, drop to my knees, and thrust and gyrate about the floor with all the grace of a girl who's had a few. I won. We got the beers. I was excited. Sam and I had 2 each, but the other girls didn't want them... so I had to pawn the beers off to others. Awkward, but it didn't matter.After my two beers plus the rest of my drinks, I was fully loaded. I like to think I wasn't sloppy. Sam told me I wasn't bad, so that was good enough for me. I gave her my money and debit card so I wouldn't drink anymore.
By this time Lindsey wanted to go up to the next floor of the club. I was kind of bummed because I spotted what I hoped was a cute guy and then we were leaving, but more on him later. For those of you who don't know, Graham Central Station has two floors for dancing and then the roof. The disco floor was the next story up from the street (the second story) and Lindsey wanted to go to the 3rd which was kind of split into two rooms. A smaller area for Karaoke and in the next area more of a club dance room. This was our destination and it was so crowded I thought I was at a concert. It was a current of winding and ever changing people in a loud and angry gangster rap sea. We made a circle around the room and every time we stopped I danced with whoever was near me, gave some random dude my number (wasn't a good idea, but whatever), and kissed one more on the cheek. We were out of the room in a few minutes and then went to the roof to cool off. It was suffocating in the orgy room (that's what I call it)... it was like breathing in a real hot gust of air from an oven you've been baking sweaty socks in all day. They should make a candle scent.
The roof was great. You could see the river over the rooftops, and despite it being pretty cold that night none of us natural people (remember Sam is the freak o' nature that doesn't count) minded it. The bouncers had set up a blockade of iron patio chairs away from the edge of the roof. A great idea since my dumb butt wanted to look over the edge.
We traveled down the ever-so-perilous-if-you're-drunk stairs back to the disco room where we danced some more and jumped into a cage again to dance. This cage was ever so handy because it was next to the cute guy I saw earlier. He and his friend (brother I found out later) were just standing watching others dance, so I reached out from the cage, tapped him on the head, and told him to get out dancing. I did the same for the bro. When the song was over I hopped through the bars and back to the dance floor making a line for Bosnia Denis (cute guy). Sam thought I was gonna fall, but luckily I wasn't that drunk.
Denis and I danced for awhile then I kissed him on the floor (minty freshness) and suggested we talk. I found Sam and told her what was up, and then explained to him this was not a go-in-the-corner-and-screw-moment, but an honest get-to-know-you thing. He was from Bosnia, 30 years-old, in the army for 2 years, out of a 2 and a half year relationship, and worked in distributing. He and his brother decided to tear it up that night. In the middle of this he asked me why I kissed him. I told him it was because I was drun-. I stopped there because he kissed me again.... I decided it was time to rejoin the girls. Denis-with-one-n and I exchanged numbers. It was getting close to 2AM so we tried for Karaoke before leaving, but by this time I was loosing the liquid courage I had gained and couldn't decide on a song, so we called it an evening.
I was a little hungry and there was a Sbarros across from the club so I darted that way when the others said they were hungry too. I looked both ways for the record. We ate and talked. I told the girls about Bosnia Denis. Then we called it a night. On the way home he called to check up on me. I told him I was on the way home. He asked if he could call me and I told him of course.
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