Saturday Night

Last night Clint and I woke up at around 7. We hung out around the room for about 45 minutes then decided we were starving, and went to Ti'juana Flats, which is an amazing Taco Bellish restaurant - far better than Taco Bell, though. We ate cheesy goodies and smiled, then went to Starbucks and hung out for awhile. I picked up some chapstick at CVS (YUM), then we went back to campus and drank some whiskey (!). I like whiskey it's nice! Needless to say, I got drunk. Later on, Max joined us and we went to the Orpheum, a nightclub in Ybor city. We went with two other people who were over 21 and could take advantage of the Orpheum Saturday night special, "sink or swim", which let them drink as much alcohol as they wanted to, and only have to pay the entrance fee.

We went into the Orpheum and I immediately went to the bathroom to wash off the X's on my hands, because I hate permanant marker on my hands. It annoys me to no end. I was caught with no X's on my hands when I left the bathroom and kicked out of the place after being in it for less than three minutes. I texted Max and told him not to worry, that I was having a great time in another club. Which I was. I went to another club by myself - the Honey Pot. I was buzzed enough not to notice it was gay night until about an hour or two into staying. Still, it was fun, and I had a great night. Once the last song played, I left and met up with Max and the others and we went to a pizza place, where we had deliciousness pizzarificness. After leaving the pizza place, and as we were walking back to the car, a stranger decided to come up to me and punch me real hard in the arm. I'm not sure if it was a stranger, or if it was one of my friends, which would have been more likely, but I didn't look and pretended I didn't even feel the punch. Looking back on it makes me laugh, because the person was probably thinking how stupid he looked after I hadnt noticed he punched me hard. After driving back to campus and returning to the room, I read a bit while Clint played his electric guitar really loudly again (at 4 A.M.). No one banged on any walls this time, but it was still funny. Then I went to sleep and woke up at 5 P.M. and surfed the internet until I began writing this entry.