Clubs are terrible

Went to a rich friend's 30th birthday party over the weekend. My dear womanizing friend insisted on this "dirty" theme party. What came to his mind? A sexy party. What came to my mind? The passion of cracked out homeless people in the Tenderloin. As I predicted, only the females at this party dressed up and the males wore dumb collared shirts with dumb jeans and dumb shoes. Jack and I went for the pedophile look - that's dirty, right? He was a teacher and I was a school gal - a very conservative, show nothing school gal. That's how I roll, assholes.

We got kicked out of the penthouse at 10pm and made our way to Roe, some club across the street. Thank god one of my male friends was dressed beautifully in drag. I stayed near him so as to ward off the poo-head dudes surrounding us. In conclusion, trance music is fucking awful, the bouncer guarding our reserved area insisted that I take his arm EACH time I wanted to leave and come back and that was awful, and I had a great fucking time.