Hey, motherfuckers!

So, I hit the door with like 5 minutes to spare after I accidentally took Sunset for a few blocks and then took ten minutes to park, but it was all good. I slipped in for free and began wandering around. There weren't many folks about, since The Cool People don't arrive at clubs until 11pm in this town (and several other towns, from what I'm told), but that was fine. If I'd had any interest (or, indeed, more'n a few bucks in my wallet), I'd have taken advantage of the $3 drink specials they had 'til 11pm, but I couldn't really be bothered. Being drunk is a perk for clubbing, not a requirement. I do miss the days, though, back when me and Split used to arrive early and get fucked up in the car, drinking three bottles of whatever malt beverage was cool that month, and then head in. Only problem was keeping that buzz going when the good music started later on in the evening. Of course, since I didn't drive back then it was a bigger issue for me than it was for him.

Anyway, tonight was supposedly Miss Kitty's birthday, so there were balloons and shit everywhere and a couple contests...both of which required underwear because they made you strip down to it to participate. The prizes were free drinks. The first contest was better, since it involved one of the more attractive girls present stripping off her skirt, top and stockings, revealing only bra and thong. Sadly, she lost to the uninteresting guy in the boxer briefs, as the contest was who could drink all of a decently-sized (for a club drink) 151 & Coke first. No surprise there. Second contest was the limbo contest...which was a friggin' tragedy. Only one of the contestants actually knew how to limbo, so he won pretty handily and earned his 3 (three!) free drinks. The rest were pathetic. :)

The music was...lacking, unfortunately. It might've picked up if I'd stayed another hour, but when the only good song you've heard is Careless Memories by Duran Duran (and props to them for picking an obscure one!), it's a sad night. Needless to say, I didn't dance at all. Still, had been nice enough to arrive, so at least I wasn't bored. Additionally, I gotta thank the man for lending a buck to stick in the waistband of one of the go-go dancers. Much obliged, bra. :)

For what it's worth, there were a number of attractive women present, one of which was bathing in a small wading pool in a corner. That was neat.

I drove home in a very roundabout fashion, deciding on streets and easterly directions at a whim. I'd also decided that I was going to mirror the obnoxious drivers on the road in my own fashion and blast Barenaked Ladies' Maroon very loud with both of my windows down. I fully admit that I amused the ever-livin' shit out of myself doing so.

And that's it. For spending $0.00 and a bit of gas ('cause I couldn't be bothered to do the speed limit from Hollywood to my house), I had a fairly decent time.