Cameras were made for moments like last night--- only I never take my camera out to nightclubs because it's too big. None of the other friends had theirs, either, but maybe that's for the best. There was craziness in abundance.

Two friends, Will and Erich, and I journeyed over to 8 1/2, where, sometime around midnight, we met up with Christian, his friend Patrick, two friends of Will & Erich's whose names I don't know, a chick-friend of Christian, whose name I also do not know, and a similarly nameless chick-friend of Will & Erich.

I had drunk a couple of vodka cocktails before we left, and needed a little food in my belly to help soak it all up. So when we arrived, I went to the convenience store near our parking spot and bought 8 peanut butter crackers. Since I could not enter the club with food, I had to eat them all quickly. I ran out of water to wash them down after eating only 5. Still needing the last three, I crammed them into my mouth as we got in line to go in. With no drink, they pasted themselves to my teeth and it took about 10 minutes to get those three crackers down.

Finally we all went in and continued drinking. Well, everyone but Erich. He's the DD. He just dances.

After five or six gin & tonics, I was feeling very nice. Still no dancing, though. I know I can't dance, and even when I'm drunk I don't try to. So while I was not dancing, but standing against a column at the side of the dance floor, I was being danced on. That whole groping and rubbing thing that people do when they dance. It was pretty fun, even if I had to re-button my shirt several times after their attempts to take it off.

Once they were exhausted and danced-out, we made our way to the little couches along the wall to rest and collect everyone before leaving. I like couches. I sat down and one friend sat on my left, and one on my right. They attempted to molest me for a while, like drunken people do. I had to keep removing wandering hands. Then another friend sat down on my left. I felt like a big pimp, cuz I had my arms spread out, resting on the couch back, with three guys leaning on me from both directions. Whoo hoo.

And then Christian's chick-friend decided she wanted to keep dancing. On my lap. And playfully nudge her boobs back and forth on my face. So that was fun.

And then friend on the right threw up and the bouncer told us he had to leave.

Maybe people have weekends like that all the time, I don't know. I don't go clubbing often. I just wish I could have that much fun every night and not wake up with a headache the next morning. Ugh!