we'll chalk it up to maturity
i think i'm growing up, as evidenced by my preference of nightlife. honestly, these days i would rather cook up a nice meal and sit on the couch with a bottle of wine than hit the club scene... a realization surprising to me as that wasn't always the case. but saturday's foray downtown pretty much sealed the deal that i will choose game night over ladies night any day of the week, and doubly on weekends. having sat outside for a while waiting for the rest of the crew to show up, we finally got in to the smallest bar i have ever seen in my life. 40 minutes, 4 foreign objects in my right eye (2 straws, 2 fingers), 2 drinks spilled, and a rather violent hair yanking with a girl trying to start something with me (if something is started by "what the f***, b****?!" coming from her mouth)... that was about enough for me. i said my goodbyes, paid my parking fee, and rolled home, surprised to have survived the night. i much preferred the sunday night camaraderie of nat's family as we celebrated her bday with our japanese-inspired feast and lots and lots o' sake.
current mood: i don't love the nightlife, but i do got to boogie