starsandsmokes

... last night was odd, i ended up at a booty dancin', meat market type club with the girl i'm seeing because her boss wanted her to come out with her and a couple friends. i haven't been to a place like this the entire time i have lived in pa, i used to end up at bars like that sometimes in louisiana with friends when it was dollar drink night, but i never really payed much attention to anything besides hanging out with my friends & enjoying my beers, and i was in my hometown, so i knew people and i didn't feel completely uncomfortable. last night was a different story, i stuck out like a sore thumb, and i only knew one person (besides some guy that tried to start a fight with me one night, and he doesn't count, but he apologized, so that got rid of that bit of nervousness) so i just kinda sat back and watched people, and i realized just how cookie cutter and fake a large majority of the younger general public is (especially the typical college kid type) almost every girl there looked damn near identical, and all of the guys were pretty similar too. i kept noticing this one guy, who was a total scumbag, big plaid shirt unbuttoned with a wifebeater underneath, and a gold chain, he thought he was a badass gangsta type, every single girl that walked by, he would stop anything he was doing and stare her down, and then make gestures towards her ass as she was walking away, it was good for a snicker here and there. at some point in the evening a 50 cent somg came on, you know that one that really sucks where he mumbles a lot (oh, wait, isn't that all of them) and every person in the place just kinda got this hypnotized look and started singing along, it was extremely creepy, it was almost as if that no talent ass clown was some sort of god and they were chanting for him. so after many beers, and a couple jager & jack shots it was time to go home. moral of the storry? i think i have social anxiety disorder...