Skanks and Flats

I went clubbing for the first time last night. If I owned a nightclub I would call it "Club Baby Seals."

We went to Area 51 for 80s night. I didn't get out of work until 11:00 p.m., and then I had to go home and change. We were just out of Provo when Ronnie showed us her i.d. and I realized I needed mine, so of course we had to go all the way back to my house. When we got to the club, our friends were up on a platform dancing. I got up there with them. I don't dance, but I looked around and realized that everybody was just sort of milling about rather than dancing, so I joined in. Well, after I hit my head HARD on the speaker. I looked this morning and there's a big red mark on my scalp. OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW.

Billy Jean by Michael Jackson came on. A skank who was on the dance floor nearby got up and started rubbing herself all over me. She told me she couldn't keep to herself when that song was on. She kept telling me how this was her first time there and asking all these getting-to-know-me questions. I was quite annoyed by her, but I tried to be nice. Eventually I just pawned her off on The Ring Bearer and slipped away.

It was pouring rain when we left the club, and the girls started melting and fraying as girls seem to do in the rain. We went to Denny's. It was fun. When we were finished, we saw that The Ring Bearer's car had a flat tire. Everyone helped to fix it (except for me, because I am useless at that sort of thing). It was great to see Rachel working the jack, Ronnie putting the lugnuts in place, and Lindsay jumping on the wrench while the guys stood around helplessly. It was my my first time to see someone change a tire. It was exciting. Anyway, we got home on the donut and I crawled into bed at 5:45 a.m., which was miserable. Or rather, it was miserable this morning at 10:30 when I had to wake up for work. Another double shift today, just like yesterday. I think we're going to make 80s night a weekly tradition, though.