last night made me feel like i was 23 again. since jen's back in town we all decided to do the saturday night clubbing adventure for old times sake. by default we ended up at the century club, but this time it was a little different. of course we had the token quinn bodyguard/driver, hoochie mama kristine with her short ass skirt, and jen with her white boy dance moves, but despite the old gang, it just didn't feel the same. for one, jen wasn't the first to get plastered. quinn spent a majority of the evening with "the boys". not to mention kristine threw up from just 2 drinks! i found myself losing patience with all the college kids crashing into me b/c they can't even walk, the ho who stepped on my toe and ripped my toenail off, and the dumbass pickup lines that guys think work but really don't:

"hi. so are you waiting for your girlfriend to come out of the restroom or do you have a boyfriend because you're standing directly between both the guys' and girls' restrooms?

my response? --> "what kind of a dumbass question is that? go away."

don't get me wrong. clubbing is still fun, just not that kind of atmosphere. now that i think of it, i just don't like the young crowd. i think the older crowded clubs are more fun. maybe i'm just getting old. whatever.

the night was topped off with the usual hangout, my personal favorite.... GARDEN CAFE!! woot! woot! (applause)