Two nights of drinks and dancing in one weekend, who would have thought.
Friday, I went out with Ra and two other friends who I had not seen since I graduated highschool. Ra found a bar/club online in Culver City, Carbon to be exact, so we headed in that direction. The reviews online said it was small but, cozy, so it sounded perfect to us. Unfortunately, it was a bit too small when we got there. All the stools were gone, the two or three couches were packed with tables, and there was no where for us to be comfortable.
Giving up on Carbon, we (or rather, Ra) drove to Hollywood instead and went to a club called Show Shoes. It was 80s night there, so we saw a couple of people with mo-hawks. If I had known we were going somewhere with 80s night, I would have teased my hair up and put on something obnoxiously flourescent.
Ra introduced me to a new alcoholic beverage, Tokyo Tea, which is almost exactly like a Long Island iced tea, but with midori sour instead of coke. We bumped into some other people in highschool there, which was something of a freak coincidence, since LA is not a small place. After a drink and a half, we went to the dance floor and fortunately, there was very minimal groping and touching from creepy strangers. One guy gave me a lame pick-up line of, “Hey, don’t I work with you?”
Saturday was the company party. People kept telling me the dress code was casual, so I debated on whether or not just to wear a pair of jeans. I’m glad I didn’t because while it was casual, I would have felt out of place because the restaurant/bar the party was at was beautiful. The place must be really trendy, since it didn’t even have a sign out front. The only way we knew it was there after driving past it the first time was because there were some valets on the curb.
The free open bar was a blast, and several people in the company drank too much. Fortunately, there was nothing too scandalous going on. I thought the DJ did a good job because it wasn’t just bump-and-grind music. I can just imagine the awkward Monday morning conversations with co-workers who got their freak on on the dance floor.
I was pretty proud of myself at the end of the night for not tripping over any chairs or falling down the stairs. I did fall on my ass on the dance floor, but hopefully, no one saw, or the people who saw were too drunk to remember it now.
I had lots to drink, but was pretty sober, at least compared to a lot of other people. I still don’t know what I was doing in this picture though.
That looks suspiciously like one of those ’80s dance moves … did you forget that you weren’t still at that other bar?
it’s night… yer transforming into your ninja self…
i think it’s realy funny