Club Age

Let me introduce a dub called Meg. Meg works part-time at retail and has been drinking since seventeen (her now being twenty). A lot of things piss her off. Players, other drivers, and sucky manicures. It's not these peeves that astound me, it's just one. Meg hates that her grandma clubs the same places she does.

So much so that Meg now refuses to go clubbing at the country clubs her grandma goes to. Which, in a little town like hers, limits her to one pric-y place (Twenty bucks a minor) and a few gay nests.

"It just feels like she is playing kid, and I'm playing the adult. Shouldn't she be into cooking or something?"

I have noticed this at my own town. All clubs that feature country are packed with people in their late forties to early fifties. The women dress in rhinestone, thin t-shirts and the men dress in their cowboy best. The women drool after men in college and speak in Tex Mex when a girl younger than them passes by. It's actually because of this, clubbing has seemed less appealing to me. It's basically that theory where something is cool until older people ruin it. Now that my places are packed with women that used to work at my school "Oh! Hi Mrs. J!" the whole scene seems too safe and less cool.

"Ghost, you wanna go to Reggie's?"

"Um...no, Mrs. Jay goes there and I am not comfortable with her knowing I drink."

This making clubbing less fun, and I have noticed that not even Candy or Bunny bother with it. Meanwhile, my aunts have been going and the very thought that they get to go out there drinking kind of pisses me off. Isn't that really the only fun part about clubbing?

It's funny how our age roles have been switched. To be honest, I really haven't been going because I just feel like I have been there, done that. Go to a club? Check! Get tipsy? Check! Smoke? Check!

Really sad how that stuff doesn't even satisfy me anymore. Meanwhile, Meg's Grandma is rediscovering her youth.

Might get invited to Reggie's tonight, but I might not go if Mrs. J is there. just saying.

Just think of the Night Life

So, I am not going to give the details of the weekend. Just that i keep promising myself that I won't go out. That I have to study and be good. But, I realized that...its hard. Really hard. I didn't sleep with some random guy or make myself look trashy, but it made me realize how hard it is to get away from the night life. The glitter and tight clothes is only the paper that carries the drug of the night life. The music, the neon lights, and the smoke it a fantasy that vanishes by sunrise.

My New Years Resolution was to go out at least twice a month and now, I have been following through by going out every weekend. Now, its like my week is only a dream and the clubs are where I really belong.

I don't really feel bad abut my actions anymore. Just confused on how all this shit works. I know in the back of my mind, those clubs and that music will be considered to small for me. I would grow old and be like those ladies in country bars that try to be like on Sex and the City. Only that they have nothing witty to say and drunk off their asses. I pray to not be like them and more of the Carrie Bradshaw type-classy. I just hope I don't have to move to New York to do it.

The Spring Break Hangover

Okay, don't get all testy. I do not have a real hangover. I never had a hangover! Still, I have a feeling one would come by the end of my 21st birthday. What I mean by the spring break hangover is this, we have a whole weak in our own little world, trying to grasp as much of shallow fun only to find ourselves in the school morning tired as fuck. Its not healthy, but I am drinking a dp this morning just to regain some sort of sanity.

So, bottom line was my spring break was okay. I spent the first part with my family in a city I will not name. Still it bugged me how my mom said I was shallow just because I didn't care for a walk in the park and all the family fun things. I really just felt like, "What the hell! Been the good girl for you for so many years and just because I didn't care for the lousy park means you should condemn me as the shallow daughter?"I felt a bit peeved because now that i know that there are more layers to society the whole family picnic shit really just felt like a mask for the time of keeping up with the Joneses. Also, my mom really acted like a damn Stepford wife and even though it ended on the good note, I was happy to escape my mom's own shallowness and close-mindness.

And then I went to my own spring break. Basically, clubbing, smoking, and drinking. I didn't go to the beach though because I knew I would just act like a jack ass. Who really needed that? Plus, I knew I would be bound to be sunburn. It really just felt good to act my age and do things deemed not age appropriate.

Okay, so dp is not doing shit and I have yet to work on my essay in spring break. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.

Good news is its due Thursday, so I might be able to half ass it and get away with a decent grade. I know, not a role model thing to say. Never a role model thing to say.

Bars, Wangsters, and Dykes

So, Saturday I had one hell of a night and one hell of a Sunday morning. I will not go into all the details because there are too many of them. I will say straight off that I smoked a joint and it wasn't really that big a deal. In fact, I didn't really feel anything and people must be really weak to always be stoned.

Saturday night I went with Candy, her friend dubbed Bunny, two wangsters (white gangsters) dubbed Grandpa and McDonald, and a friendly dyke I guess I would dub Gem.

Let me first say, right when I saw Grandpa, I wanted to laugh. Grandpa isn't really that old, but he did look it. I am not for sure when wrinkles are supposed to be visible in guys, but this guy looked ten years older than he said. Grandpa was supposed to be in his late twenties but he really looked like he was in late thirties and the true laughing matter was that Bunny was attracted to that guy. Bunny only being eighteen. The punchline was that Grandpa and his brother McDonald dressed like Eminem. Now, I have no problem with the REAL slim shady. It is all the other shady's that make me laugh. Also, the fact that we are from the south seemed very alien to be at the presence of a wangster for me. Every time a hip hop song came on, Grandpa and McDonald would try to rap to it and go too slow and get the words wrong which McDonald called remixing. I think they just didn't get the lyrics right. McDonald (Grandpa's brother) was the more attractive, younger, and nicer of the two. I thought Bunny should just have gone for him, but I guess she wanted a sugar daddy.

Then Gem was also a piece of work. Gem is a very baby-faced, short dyke who was already stoned when I met her. Let me also say that I have no problems with dykes. I know some, but I have never known some to be high on introduction. Still, she was Bunny's friend and gave me no worries. Gem was very laid back and seemed to already have developed a crush for Candy.

Bunny is probably the most complicated merely because she was the youngest. Bunny has gone to jail, been a stripper, and gotten pregnant before her eighteenth birthday. I guess you could say she was the anti-ghost (me). I always told Candy that I would love to get inside her head, because who ends up like that in so short a time?

The first place we went to was a really nice club. As in, it cost fifteen dollars just to get in if you were a minor. Still, it was the best club I have ever been to. There were three dance floors and six bars. The crowd there was extremely different then from crowds at cheaper clubs. They were dressed nice. The men were more sophisticated, less drunk, and handsome. The girls were more drunk, less catty, and seemed more glamorous. I loved it and couldn't wait to be 21 to look like them. I felt that Candy, Bunny, and I were so under dressed and made a quick not to never listen to Candy when it came to club wear. I thought Candy really wanted me to look plain (jeans and nice shirt with flip flops) merely so she would look better by comparison.

Still, it was boring for me because all we did was walk around and look for McDonald. The whole time we only danced to two songs and Bunny and Candy seemed to pay no attention to me. Thankfully, Gem wanted to go to a gay bar, which I heard was a bit tawdry from a class mate and was not excited to go.

I was very much wrong and could kill that class mate for giving me false information. The gay bar was crowded and smoky, and it was cool because it was free for no charge. McDonald wasn't too crazy about it though because guys kept touching his butt. I wondered the whole time who was drunk enough to find him attractive. Still, it was fun, especially outside where everyone seemed so fun and comfortable. Course, they were drunk too so that might have added to the atmosphere. I tried my first cigarette and found it awful compared to weed and shisha. No wondered they wanted to legalize marajuana.

It was around one that Candy (the girl with the worst luck with men) found herself drawn to the Bieber looking dyke I dubb....Bee. Bee liked Candy and they went dancing and the whole time Bee bought Candy beer which I made mine. It was weird to see Candy after a girl, first off because she claimed to only be attracted to lipstick lesbians, second because it happened very quickly. Still, I didn't mind Bee because she had a James Avery necklace.

The night (morning) ended in Bee's apartment where there was beer pong and Eminem. I was kind of glad Bee was throwing up her lunch by that time because I really didn't want to be there knowing that my best friend and her new...interest were locked in a room screwing.

Still, I think the night just brought the worst. Candy is thinking about moving and I really don't feel sorry for her. I feel that even if I'm always with her, I can't help her. Sometimes, I just want to shake her and say, "You've moved a million times and still miserable...just get real help." I can't though. I can't really tell you why.

The Party Girl

We all know that one girl that has charm, sex appeal, and social impact. She is easily in good favor with new employees and could fetch herself a boyfriend in one night. I know this girl. My friends, even though I do go clubbing all I need is the beat of the music and the heat of the dance floor to keep me happy. I don't drink. When I do, it is only sips that never seem to taste as good as people say. Their bitter and leave the smell in your mouth like coffee (which I never care for).

My dear friend does drink. She drinks vodka, Jack, rum, beer, wine. Anything that you put in front of her. She is not happy unless a boy offers her a drink at the club.

That's not all that's been wrong. She makes these really important decisions and changes them at the drop of a hat. It's always the same skeleton. She dates a guy (preferably in military) and he starts putting all these plans: like they will room together when he comes back. He would have all this money and they would be able to live in a house of her dreams, get married, and have babies. Than, she thinks of running off with him. Not to elope, but to spend a week together before he goes off and then drops her off at a state she never really cared for. She starts feeling trapped and suddenly figures she will join the navy. Wait...but first she must decide if she REALLY wants to do it. When she manages to suck up all the money her parents have on a plane ticket, she suddenly comes to me on big plans. How we will room together and how it would be like a bachelorette pad (what ever happened to military boy?). Then she finds another military boy and another skeleton is created starting with them planning to run off together in two weeks.

People, I do not know what to do with this. It has been bugging me like hell. Should I stick with her or should I talk to her. Please give me something...anything.