Clubbin'

Tommy, Stephanie, Travis, and Me

If you read Lilypad (and who doesn't?), you'll know I went out clubbin' with some work folk. John wussed out so he's forcing me to write about the craziness that he missed out on. Fuckin' hippies.

After we broke from the bowling alley (John didn't mention, but he and I decided to wear ties), our crew of eight (Stephaine, Veronica, Travis, Eric, Tommy, Tony, Randy, and I) headed downtown to Tiki Bob's. The cover was damn expensive at $12, but I got a little help from my friends to get in. In the parking lot, Veronica pulled out a bottle of rum with about four shots in it, which Eric, Randy, her, and I drank. We met up with the other four inside and got a round of beer then headed to the dance floor to dance dance. Randy went crazy and was dancin' with all the ladies (they were all up ons), including a bride out on her bachlorette party, and he went all hulk and ripped his shirt off. Randy is one crazy mother fucker. I didn't know too many of the songs, but the songs that I could recognize were awesome, including such hits as: "One More Time" by Daft Punk, "Jump" by House of Pain, and "Billy Jean" by Micheal Jackson. Travis was running around taking pictures of random girls. Stephanie and Veronica got crazy and started gyrating up on the bar at one point. I didn't got involved in too much freakiness other than having Veronica pull my tie over her shoulder while we danced. It was hot.