Last night

It was very nice of this guy, Matt, to invite me out with his friends last night. I met him a few weeks ago when I went by myself to watch a UGA football game. He didn't go to the school but was there with a friend of his who did. Ever since then he's texted me a few times here and there wondering if I'd like to grab drinks with some friends of his.

Last night he told me he was going out with his 3 female roommates and others to celebrate someone's birthday. It was perfect because I didn't have any plans. So I took a shower, got ready, spent 20 minutes deciding what outfit to wear then spent $20 on a taxi to get to the bar called 64th & Social.

It was a little TOO social for my taste. I was basically miserable the entire night. I have no desire to get shit-faced anymore (I've determined after 16 years of getting shit-faced that I've had quite enough) and when I arrived they were all just that...shit-faced...and celebrating a girl's birthday by doing body shot after body shot of Petron off of each other's breasts, making out with each other, taking photos, etc. Then Matt turned to me and said, "I'm really just a shy accountant." What I think is that he was probably a bit geeky in school and now he's built up his confidence, made some money and had the great fortune of finding 3 partying women to live with.

Good for him! I just don't feel like participating in that sort of thing anymore (although for the record I've never done a body shot in my life or made out with any of my girlfriends). Plus, the bar was really crowded and their table was right in the middle of the crowd. There was nowhere for me to sit so I stood next to the table getting pushed and shoved for the next 3 hours while I pretended I was fine with it.

Forgetting that supression of emotions never works I eventually shoved a guy in the back. Immediately realizing I crossed the line I smiled at the guy and gave him a "sorry I don't know what I was thinking" look. Luckily, he moved on. This bar brought out a very bad side of me.

We left the bar because we were all getting tired of the crowds which I was very happy about (only the unattractive annoying guys were hitting on me) but we just stood outside for about 45 minutes not making a decision about our next destination. It was so annoying (because I was still sober) but they finally decided to go to the place next door because 2 girls went in there to dance and the thought of going in there and convincing them to leave was too much for everyone to bear so we all gave in and followed them.

The place was totally lame but we stayed anyway. I should've just gone home at that point but I had gotten too many, "Come on, Stacey," "Relax, Stacey" type comments and I had something to prove I suppose.

I'm SO TIRED of people pressuring me to drink. Just leave me alone!!! Just because I'm not drinking doesn't mean you shouldn't go right on ahead. It shouldn't make you have any less of a time just because I'm not participating. And just because I don't feel like dancing to MC Hammer's "You Can't Touch This" doesn't mean I'm lame.

The DJ played "Mr. Brightside" by my beloved Killers so I bopped around and then finally called it a night.

I'm so over the bar scene. It was very nice of Matt to invite me out but I'm so over it. Over it all.