Tonight Jesse and I joined Chrissy and her friend in a night of festivities that involved drinking and a bar. Well, everyone except Jesse was running late. But we got a ride and got to the bar soon enough. When we got there it was slow as shit so Chrissy and her friend went out to Sparks to go see if some of their coworkers were up to coming over later. While that was happening, Jesse and I walked to Silver Peak and got a late dinner. On my way out of the bathroom, I went to wash my hands and ran into a flock of girls trying to take a picture of themselves as a group. I could only imagine in their drunken state, they'd have a million photos of three heads and maybe a few eyes. I offered to take their pic and they got super happy like I gave them $20 or something. They were talking about how their camera was sticky but not from anything gross, just from drinks. Har har.
Anyway, after we ate, we went back to the bar and met up with Chrissy and her friend again and by that point it was nearly 1:00 am, Jesse was tired because he just got off work not too long before that. So we cut out early. On our way home, this school of douchey guys asked us about where 210 North was, even though it was right across the street. It went something like, "Hey, are you locals?" Yes. "Where's a cool club around here?" 210 North? "Yeah, that one. Are there hot girls there? What about Silver Lodge, that casino?" Silver Legacy? "Yeah. What are the babes like? We just got back from a place and the girls were all dogs." Charming. Have fun at 210. I just felt like I lost a few brain cells after hearing that discussion, but at the same time I was totally amused and thought it was pretty sad. Somewhere in the world is a desperate girl with low self esteem who just got out of a long term relationship with a messy outcome who will seek comfort in one of those tools, so may all find solitude where ever they can.
So yeah, we walked home because it's only a 1.5 mile jot from the bars to our house. It was nice to get fresh air and not nice holding my bladder that long but oh well. So is the nature of the beast. In the end, I'm a cheap date. I only had 2 beers yet I feel pretty buzzed, but that could be due to lack of sleep too. That also makes my typing abilities extraordinary. It's not like some drunk warbley blog no one understands or something you'd read the next morning and wonder, "What the hell was I thinking?"
On a total tangent, I think I looked great tonight. I totally went casual but my hair and make up and everything came together nicely. Chrissy said I looked like I was wearing a wig and was flabbergasted that my hair could look so stylized and artificial; but in a positive way. It was a compliment. Jesse looked darling as always. Chrissy wore her little hat and I love that thing. I'd get one for myself if I could pull it off, but I just don't think I could. Oh well.