Clubbin' fools

I went to a club in Providence on Saturday night with a bunch of my friends. It was horrible. The people were disgusting. I think I saw more nudity than I have ever seen in my life.

I sat a table the whole night because I was the designated driver. You will not see me out on the dance floor unless I'm drunk, so there I sat.

The first guy to come up to me was about 40. He only told me that he was just in prison for 2 years but honestly, he's a nice guy. My friends boyfriend then came up and started rubbing my back, asking me how I was doing. The old guy got the clue and left. The next guy was a bit more dense. He was talking to my friend first, but she left so then he started talking to me. He asked me why I wasn't dancing and I told him I didn't want to. Bumpin' and Grindin' with some random sweaty dudes is just not my thing. He then pulled me off the chair really hard and tried to get me to go dance with him. This pissed me off. I pushed him away and told him to get the hell away from me. He did, but still, I never want to go back.

Just walking around the club guys would grab my hand, or my waist or try and push themselves onto me. Gross Gross Gross. I almost got taken out by two fights as well. AND I didn't get home until 5 o'clock in the morning. But I still had fun.

Wednesday I'm leaving to go to Pennsylvania. I think for sure I'm going to get a tattoo while there. I'm so excited!