total bull shit. it's my friend's 21st birthday, so we go down to cincinnati (newport), to have a night of drinking and fun. it started out ok, but my first major complaint is that my beer costed me 10 fucking dollars. granted, it was in a 40 ounce mug, but christ almighty. give me a fucking case of beast please. that's a way better use of 10 dollars. i dont give a shit about this fucking liquid, as long as it gets me drunk. you are totally lying to yourself if you drink a 40 ounce mug of something and you think you arent doing it to get drunk. it isnt about the taste at that point. fuck those fucking cunts at that snazzy little shit hole in disguise. ooh, we're german. yeah fucking right. rape me.
that place wasnt too bad, though. we were able to get a table, sit down, drink and talk. fine, but that can only be fun for so long before it gets kinda boring. so we head over to "tropicana," a club, or whatever. i have pretty much avoided going to this type of place until now, and thank god for that. this place sucked ASS. we went in, and the music was literally deafening. i was the only one who seemed to give a rat's ass about that, though. we proceeded towards the bar, and i ordered a $3.50 bottle of shit tasting miller light. obviously way too fucking expensive. i would have to spend 40 bucks to fucking get drunk, hahahaha. so no more beer for me. for some reason, we stayed at this place for like, 2 or 3 boring ass hours. i didnt feel like talking to people, because frankly i cannot stand having people scream in my face, and i dont like having to shout to be heard either. so i stood around, occasionally bobbing to the music, watching people make fools of themselves. my friend whose birthday it was made out with at least 2 complete strangers, and i was forced to "keep an eye on her" with a few other people as she drunkenly wandered around with some fucker who wasn't gonna end up getting shit from her ever anyway. at some point i bought her a birthday shot, a $7 kamikaze. 7 dollars. that is the most insane shit i have ever heard of. you would have to be the world's hugest fucking idiot to buy these things on a regular basis. and then there is the music. i can take some amount of the typical club material, but i will never understand why when "sexy back" or the likes comes on, people scream "OH MY GOD YES, ITS MY SONG." it's like they are surprised to hear it or something.
so i FINALLY got home at around 3, not drunk, not having had fun, and with louder ringing in my ears than ever before. and it only cost me 20 bucks!
note, though, that i was a good sport about all of this. i didnt bitch or complain, but believe me, i wont be doing something like that again.
that place wasnt too bad, though. we were able to get a table, sit down, drink and talk. fine, but that can only be fun for so long before it gets kinda boring. so we head over to "tropicana," a club, or whatever. i have pretty much avoided going to this type of place until now, and thank god for that. this place sucked ASS. we went in, and the music was literally deafening. i was the only one who seemed to give a rat's ass about that, though. we proceeded towards the bar, and i ordered a $3.50 bottle of shit tasting miller light. obviously way too fucking expensive. i would have to spend 40 bucks to fucking get drunk, hahahaha. so no more beer for me. for some reason, we stayed at this place for like, 2 or 3 boring ass hours. i didnt feel like talking to people, because frankly i cannot stand having people scream in my face, and i dont like having to shout to be heard either. so i stood around, occasionally bobbing to the music, watching people make fools of themselves. my friend whose birthday it was made out with at least 2 complete strangers, and i was forced to "keep an eye on her" with a few other people as she drunkenly wandered around with some fucker who wasn't gonna end up getting shit from her ever anyway. at some point i bought her a birthday shot, a $7 kamikaze. 7 dollars. that is the most insane shit i have ever heard of. you would have to be the world's hugest fucking idiot to buy these things on a regular basis. and then there is the music. i can take some amount of the typical club material, but i will never understand why when "sexy back" or the likes comes on, people scream "OH MY GOD YES, ITS MY SONG." it's like they are surprised to hear it or something.
so i FINALLY got home at around 3, not drunk, not having had fun, and with louder ringing in my ears than ever before. and it only cost me 20 bucks!
note, though, that i was a good sport about all of this. i didnt bitch or complain, but believe me, i wont be doing something like that again.
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