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I'm Doing it For Me...
2005-02-26 20:07:42 (UTC)

An Entry That (Gasp!) Doesn't Have To Do With Him!

I know, shocking, isn't it? Almost every single one of
these entries in this whole frickin' diary have had to do
with him. And yes, I'm probably going to mention his name
a couple times, but it's relevant to my story... so
anyways.

Last night was the first night in a long time that I
actually had a really good time! I mean, I've had a good
time doing stuff recently, but this was "the shizzle"
(haha Jamie!). My sissy and I went downtown (my first
time EVER since I turned 21) to On Broadway. I've been
wanting to go there for a long time, but no one would ever
go with me. Somehow or another, one of her friends knows
someone or something, so we were on the VIP list (which we
came to find out really only means that you get to stand
in a long-ass line that is way worse than the regular line
to get in, but you only have to pay a $10 cover rather
than a $20 cover). So we pre-partied in the car a little
bit, and by the time we were good and giggly, we went to
the club.

Now mind you, I was a little nervous. For the first
couple hours or so, I was totally on "ex-boyfriend
watch". Robbie and his friends have been going to On
Broadway at least once a weekend for the past three weeks
or so, so I was really afraid that I would see them
there. And no, that is NOT the reason that we went
there! I was afraid that if we saw him though, he would
assume that's why I was there... My sister told me that
she was going anyway, and asked me if I wanted to come.
And since I've been wanting to go there for a long time, I
figured I would go and take the risk of maybe seeing
Robbie.

But I didn't! Woohoo... ? A part of me was really hoping
that I wouldn't, because for one, I didn't want him to
think that I went there for the sole purpose of running
into him, and two, I didn't know how awkward it would be.
Would he have come over to talk to me? Or would he just
pretend like he didn't see me? I guess I'll never know.
But the other part of me was really hoping that I would
see him. I have lost 21 pounds so there are no more fat
rolls hanging over the side of my jeans, my hair and make-
up were looking good, my outfit and accessories were cute,
and I knew that I would probably be dancing with other
guys and what-not, and I thought there was a possibility
that could make him jealous. But whatever.

So anyway, On Broadway was a good time. At first, for
some reason it TOTALLY reminded me of TJ, but way cleaner
and no one grabbed your ass. A lot of the girls were
pretty hoochy, but for the most part, everyone was dressed
pretty nice. It's waaaay more upscale than PB (which
makes me wonder why Robbie keeps going there because I
always thought of him as more of the dive-bar type) and
the drinks are RIDICULOUSLY overpriced! It was $10-
frickin'-.50 for an apple martini! But yeah, I got four
of them - but I only paid for two! It's nice that I can
still get guys to buy me drinks, even when they're $10.50
as opposed to $2 you-call-it's at Margarita Rocks. Makes
me feel pretty good... but anyways.

They have a bunch of different rooms with different music,
like a techno room, an '80s room, and a hip-hop room
(which we were in pretty much the whole time, except to
get drinks - for that, we went to the '80s room since
there was like no one in there!). All the security guys
wear suits, and most of them are all kinds of cute. The
bathroom was HUGE and had all these lighted mirrors with
stools, like you were in a frickin' dressing room
backstage or something. I liked it because it seemed like
a little bit of an older crowd (like mid-20s and up)
rather than the PB scene, which is like, "Oh my god I'm a
screaming skinny-ass little girl who like just turned
21!" (no offense to any of my friends, because most of
you are younger than me but none of you are "that girl").
And just so we're clear, this place officially has my Seal
of Approval; they played Britney Spears' "I'm a Slave 4 U".

At first, the "action" was pretty slow. I was dancing
alone for a while (which is ok because I actually prefer
to dance alone), and all I got for the first couple hours
was a big-ass black guy who walked by, grabbed my hand,
and told me to, "Go on, beautiful". I think it's because
for a while, I was having trouble "letting go" because my
eyes were constantly scanning the room for any sign of
Robbie and crew. But after a few more drinks, I stopped
caring and started having fun.

A little later on, these two guys came up to my sister and
me and started dancing with us. The name of the guy I was
dancing with was Sha-something. I don't know, I wasn't
really paying attention and it was an unusual name. He
hadn't seemed to master the English language yet or
something, because our conversation went something like
this:

SHA: Where is you boyfriend?
ME: He dumped me a week ago today. But he could be here,
I don't know.
SHA: He care I dancing with you?
ME: No, probably not since he dumped me.
SHA: So where is you boyfriend?
ME: I don't know!
SHA: He come beat me up?
ME: No, I don't think he would care.
SHA: He Mexican, or white?
(I guess those are the only two races I am capable of
dating)
ME: White.
SHA: He big?
ME: He's way taller than you (he was like my height or
shorter), but not really big. He's strong though.
SHA: He come beat me up?
ME: Probably not.
SHA: Why?
ME: BECAUSE HE DUMPED ME A WEEK AGO TODAY.
SHA: Oh.......... So where is you boyfriend?
ME: Oh my god, are you serious right now?
SHA: Why you no look at my eyes?
ME: Because I'm shy.
SHA: Why you shy?
ME: Because I'm not very confident right now seeing as how
the love of my life and the guy I thought I was going to
marry dumped me.
SHA: I like you hair.
ME: It's not real.
SHA: No?
ME: It's actually curly.
SHA: Oh.............. I like you hair.
ME: It's not real.
SHA: So where you from?
ME: San Diego.
SHA: No, you not born here.
ME: Why not?
SHA: Because I am from Israel.
ME: What the - ?
SHA: Where you live?
ME: You wouldn't know where it is.
SHA: Where you live?
ME: Normal Heights.
SHA: Where that is?
ME: Nevermind.
SHA: I like you hair.
ME: It's not real.
SHA: Who you live with?
ME: My mom and (pointing) my sister.
SHA: No, that you sister?
ME: Hello, we look exactly alike.
SHA: I wish I live with mom but is in Israel.
.......conversation lull.........
SHA: I want two girls.
ME: Ew, that's not ok. I'm not down.
SHA: Why?
ME: I'm not into the threesome thing.
SHA: Oh. Well I want a family.
(yeah, totally assumed he was talking about something else)
ME: (trying to play it off) Yeah.
SHA: I love you.
ME: Gross, you don't even know me.
SHA: I do love you. You ever see somebody and you love
them and not know them?
ME: Yeah, my ex.
SHA: Well I want to get married and have family.
ME: Not with me though, right?
SHA: I like you hair.
ME: It's not real.
SHA: You give me you number, and I call you. We go out on
my yacht tomorrow.
GUY HE WAS WITH: (whispers to me) He doesn't have a yacht.
ME: I have to work tomorrow.
SHA: Why you lie to me like this? You talk all about you
boyfriend and you lie to me.
ME: What the hell.
SHA: You give me you number.
(I don't know why, but I did)
SHA: I call you.
ME: And I won't answer.
SHA: So then what?
ME: So then you leave a message.
SHA: And you call me back?
ME: No.
SHA: I like you hair.
ME: It's not real.

The bright side of all of this was that I got his friend
(not him, his friend!) to buy me a drink. Sha-something
actually ended up calling me not once, not twice, but FIVE
TIMES last night. One of the times, I was on the other
line during my round of drunk dialing (yeah I would just
like to apologize to Miguel, Jason, and Deann for that)
and when I clicked over, I said, "Who dis is?" He started
talking and I said, "Ewwww!" and I clicked back over. By
this time, my sister and I were at the Jack-in-the-Box
drive-thru. I was the PERFECT level of drunk, which
doesn't happen very often. I was laughing at everything A
LOT, but I wasn't spinning or anything and I don't feel
hungover at all today. Nice. I left some really funny
messages (well at least we thought they were funny) on
Miguel's and Jason's voicemail, and I actually talked to
Deann and kept calling her "bitch" and stuff. I was very
entertained by myself and couldn't stop laughing.

After getting our food, my sister dropped me off at home
and she went to Rob's house. I stumbled up the walk, ate
my food, and then promptly passed out only to wake up 6
hours later, wide awake and refreshed. Yeah, it was
definitely good times.




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