On Saturday night, I ended up at this really chichi club wearing a T-shirt and flip flops. So I only knew one thing to do: dance like I was the hottest person in the room.
But even in this showy club, people were so nice! I swear in Chicago, people would be sizing each other up with their icy glares of midwestern self-disdain. And I feel like whenever I'd bump into people in Chicago clubs, I'd either have to fear for the safety of my head, or pretend like it didn't happen. But in this club the other night, people were so nice. They would smile or apologize and we'd clink our glasses together and continue on our merry ways. It was fabulous, right up until the point I busted my favorite flip flops. I was punished by the stylish gods of chichi clubgoers.
I also made out with the Brazilian dude, it was like being mauled by a bear. One of my many new goals it to make out with a representative of every world culture. My friend told me she plans to sleep with a rep. of every culture. Damn! I always get shown up!
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What did this Brazilian guy look like?!?
ryc: cool. dude you have so much fun in SF and i am holed up in my bf's apartment in brooklyn without much to do... anyways, i am fascinated by your vibrating hair brush as i am almost always fascinated by anything that vibrates...ahem. what is the brush called?
my bad, that was me up there.
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