2004-07-16 - 2:46 a.m.

Current Tune: Lyric, Zwan.

So anywho, hows everyone doin?

Tonight was an interesting night? (Really, someone tell me, I'm honestly not sure.)

Stephen and I watched the first half of the butterfly effect with Rob, and then around 10:30ish we decided to brave the crowded clusterfuck that is Shiloh.

When we got there, the doorman (who couldn't have been 21 himself) took my ID and glared at me like I was some 16 year old trying to sneak my way past. Turning my head to give him the profile shot (accentuating my stubbly beard growth as well as my unhappy smirk) he finally gave me my ID back. For a moment, I felt like saying something, but the moment passed thankfully, and Steve and I squeezed into the club.

Current Tune: Side of the Road, Beck

The 20 minutes at the bar waiting for a rusty bucket of warm bud lights seemed like an eternity. Dudes and sorostitutes alike brushed against me. Sometimes it was the inadvertant boobies on the arm (of which I'm a big fan) and other times it was the deliberate shoulder thrust letting me know who was boss.

Beers in hand, Steve and I forced our way outside only to be sonically assulted by THAT GUY. You know who THAT GUY is. He's the guy playing accoustic guitar, covering the DMB catalog, throwing in the obligatory Jimmy Buffet, etc... He looks like every other guy in the bar, messy spiky highlighted hair, polo shirt or button up from Abercrombie, Hollister, American Eagle, or the Buckle, and he's got that smile on his face that says: Yes, I am a douche.

Suddenly warm bud lights seemed like a welcome respite from the music and crowd that was seeking to sour my somewhat good mood.

People we knew fluttered by, saying hi and lingering long enough to talk about themselves before catching the eye of another aquaintence and making their way over to talk to them for 10-25 seconds.

I had a very interesting conversation with one of our new waitresses who was tagging along with the Athena crew. It was refreshing to feel the sting of my own smart ass sarcasm returned to me as quickly as I could dish it out. Touche:)

The night rolled on and the crew went to Tonic. Steve parted ways at this point, and I was left to walk to Athena after the club closed. Upon arriving at my new place of employment, I was intrigued to find 6 cop cars surrounding the building.

Current Song: Mike Mills, AIR

Either unaware of the potential danger, or just too tired to care, I walked right in. Turns out some drunkie Mcdrunksalot had driven his truck right into my owners Escalade and his best friends brand new BMW. Things seemed tense for a while. Most of the people milling about were extremely drunk and volitile. I stuck around long enough to see if any fireworks were gonna fly.

A girl got punched in the throat.

That poor guy. I mean he did punch a girl in the throat. But it earned him a solid kick in the balls from one cop and a baton across the back of the head from the other.

So it turns out Johnny McFratguy drove his truck drunk and crashed it into the two cars, got out, tried to runaway, ran into a girl who was walking home, and punched her in the throat thinking she was trying to stop him.

Current song: One of these days, Neil Young.

Content that all of the excitement had been had, I hitched a ride home with Jake, and here I sit.

Even my boring nights have a little bit of flavor.

Sleep well everyone, talk to you soon.

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