mmm I love ID.

I left ID 15 minutes early because

a) it was hella motherfucking hot in there. It was a very hot day yesterday. Okay, Okay it was only in the 80's but the humidity has been in the 60-70% range making it for a nasty, icky, sticky heat which I LOVE, but packing in MORE bodies than usual into a club with no air conditioning and having no breeze outside makes for a hot, sweaty Me.
b) I hadn't had anything to eat since 3pm and was dying which goes along with
c) Shots of Jim Beam in the carbar and then a glass of Vodka inside (no really just a glass of vodka. Apparently the bartender lady didn't hear my exact request and just poored me a straight glass of Vodka. A GLASS!) but I drank that shit down. On an empty stomache it was killer. Not only was I getting wasted but it was also a bit painfull.
d) I was tired. Little sleep the night before, working 13 hour days for 5 days straight. Getting stepped on. Having JOSH molest me on the dance floor... oh wait that's a different story altogether.

Don't get me wrong though I had an awesome time. First off, I thought I looked hot. Simple yet hot. Second I got in for free which I guess isn't something that happens very often but it made my night. I felt special and it was just what I needed at the right time, a very pleasant, unexpected surprise. Then I got a glass of Vodka for the price of a mixed drink - score! except for the fact that sipping on a glass of Vodka is kind of gross. But as I said earlier I drank that shit like a champ. I met up with my little friend Josh. When I say little I mean little like 5' 2 or something little. He's so cute. hyper. a molester. gay. So the first thing he does besides give me a hug is proceed to slap my ass until it is red and hurting. I stood there laughing taking it though because that is what I am supposed to do. Then he grabbed my hips and like a little fucking chahuahua starting humping me from the front, back and the sides. With Josh you just have to accept these things as terms of endearing affection and love it. We all danced. He was being his crazy rediculous self which is what I love about him. He has no fear whatsoever. The music was great. I tried to tell Leslie that 'My Jam' was playing and that I needed to dance, but she said that Wham! songs were not 'My Jam'. We had been sitting down at a table and I just wanted to sing to her and dance around like an idiot before I made myself too sleepy like. All in all, I had fun. I was just... in a word tired (and hungry).

Plus I like sweet goodbye kisses in dark corners.