On Friday, a friend of Lun's won a party at a club called Glow. I neglected to get the address before we headed out in the cab, and so we spent way too much time driving to incorrect locations shouted by passersby. Guadalupe and her two friends gave up and went to Girlbar. I finally made it, but after the hour of all-you-can-drink that the party included.

Glow was quite the bootylicious locale. It was like a frat bar from my hometown, except everybody had learned to dress. White kids freakin'. It was so freaky, it approached the hedonistic atmosphere of a tame gay bar. Since I go to bars to drink, not to get laid, and drinks were $9, I wasn't too impressed.

However, I was safe with the party, behind the velvet ropes. Ooh. There I was, behind the ropes, without hookers OR hard drugs! It was like a little living room that they had set up upstairs. Quite nice. At one or so they kicked us out. The party headed to Girlbar in search of my roomie and I went home to sleep.

Saturday, we played way too many drinkin' games. Asshole, Beeramid, and the plethora of four-player games that we roomies play all the time: Mille Bornes, Monopoly, Crash Bash. We gamed so much we were too drunk to go out, even though we were on DJ Psychobitch's list at Crobar. Oh, well, maybe next weekend.