sexysadie

Yeah, I'm drunk. Nothing happened really at the club tonight. I was just kind of a bar fly along with some guy who was just dumped by his girlfriend and the head DJ who kept coming over to get drinks and occationally I would spark up a conversation with. I spent most of the night talking to my gay boyfriend Derrick, who happens to be the bartender. I spent forever getting ready and I think I looked pretty hot tonight even though no one hit on me. I didn't get any pictures though. Next week. I didn't stop at Crystals so I am now eating some Triscuits to sober up before I go to sleep. I accidently feel down the stairs of the club on my way out. These two girls saw (that I know of) and asked if I was alright. I was just happy the security guard didn't see or many other people for that matter. I drove fine. I'm not that bad off, it was just my heels that made me fall. No matter how many times I wear heels or no matter how short or tall they are, I always have trouble walking in heels. I'd rather wear my boots sometimes, but they don't always look good with the outfit I wear. Oh well, boring. I'm going to bed.