{"id":1758,"date":"2009-11-21T21:14:26","date_gmt":"2009-11-22T01:14:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bluemonkeybutt.com\/home\/?p=1758"},"modified":"2009-11-21T21:14:26","modified_gmt":"2009-11-22T01:14:26","slug":"girls-night-outlook-at-all-the-freaks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bluemonkeybutt.com\/home\/2009\/11\/21\/girls-night-outlook-at-all-the-freaks\/","title":{"rendered":"Girl&#039;s Night Out~Look at all the freaks"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Last night, my friend took me out for a birthday celebration.\u00a0 My birthday <em>was <\/em>in October, but between life, kids, school, work, and kids getting sick, it took awhile to get the time to do it.\u00a0 We went out at 8pm, which is usually the time when I have my yoga pants on, y&#8217;know so I can do yoga on the couch.\u00a0\u00a0 We first went to a bar that was brand new.\u00a0 It was very nice and clean inside, no remnants of puke on the carpet anywhere.\u00a0\u00a0 There was a band playing really loud that wasn&#8217;t that good.\u00a0 I think it was probably the singer&#8217;s fault, she was a very small, old woman with a voice that was borderline <em>American Idol audition-esque<\/em>.\u00a0\u00a0 They had one groupie that was dancing up front, he was dressed really pretty.\u00a0 We went upstairs so that we could actually talk and not yell into each other&#8217;s ear.\u00a0 The upstairs had pool tables, darts, and video games.\u00a0 We noticed that the upstairs was all kids, like college kids, and downstairs was all old people.\u00a0\u00a0 Of course the band was playing all old songs that the college kids wouldn&#8217;t know, except for one kid that said, <em>&#8220;oh I love this song, it&#8217;s from Guitar Hero&#8221;.<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 After we had enough of making fun of the people there we decided it was time to move on.\u00a0 We had to go down this huge wooden staircase to leave, which in heels was hard enough, I couldn&#8217;t imagine if you were drunk.\u00a0 Which made me wonder how many drunk people will fall down those stairs.<\/p>\n<p>The next bar was on a one way street, so it took I think three times going around the block to finally find a place to park.\u00a0 We got to see all the skanks that were walking to the bar.\u00a0 That was good for some laughs.\u00a0 Which made me come to the conclusion that if all three girls are skanks, there&#8217;s no one to tell you that you don&#8217;t look good in that skin tight mini skirt and half shirt.\u00a0 They all looked like a train wreck!\u00a0 Inside there was a band there too, but it was much better than the first place.\u00a0 We went downstairs because it was so packed upstairs.\u00a0 There were the usual, lots of college kids, a few lonely looking old guys, and skanky girls.\u00a0 We of course didn&#8217;t fit into <em>any<\/em> of those categories.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t understand how someone can go to a bar by themselves.\u00a0 Why bother?\u00a0 Can&#8217;t you just drink at home, it&#8217;s cheaper!\u00a0 My friend decided we should take a picture of ourselves together, since we had make up on and all.\u00a0 This led to many re-takes, and many comments of, <em>&#8220;oh my gosh, look how many chins I have&#8221;, &#8220;do I really look like a drowned rat?\u00a0 my hair is so flat!&#8221;, &#8220;look at my nose, what is up with that?&#8221;.\u00a0 <\/em>We finally got one picture that was fuzzy, so that worked out good.\u00a0 Fuzzy is good sometimes.\u00a0 This of course led to us to trying to upload the picture to Facebook via my cell phone.\u00a0 Then we started checking out people&#8217;s status updates on Facebook.\u00a0 I said, &#8220;<em>is this pathetic that we&#8217;re playing on Facebook at a bar?&#8221;<\/em>\u00a0 We decided that it wasn&#8217;t because we weren&#8217;t sitting at home doing it.\u00a0 Before we were going to leave we went upstairs to see the band.\u00a0 Now, my friend is thin, looks really young, and is cute, so you would think she would get hit on.\u00a0 Well, she does, but not by who you&#8217;d think.\u00a0 Some really, really old guy, who looked like he was homeless, and like he smelled put his arm around her.\u00a0\u00a0 I was thinking,<em> &#8220;what the hell is this guy thinking?<\/em>&#8220;, and <em>&#8220;I&#8217;m so glad that&#8217;s not me&#8221;<\/em>.\u00a0 I tolerated it for a minute or so, but the fact that he thought he could just put his arm around her and that was okay kinda ticked me off.\u00a0 I mean really, how old are you?\u00a0 And do you really think she would like you hitting on her?\u00a0 I finally pushed him arm away and said, <em>&#8220;I don&#8217;t think her husband would like you putting your arm around her okay&#8221;.<\/em>\u00a0 He finally got the hint that her bitchy friend (me) wasn&#8217;t kidding.\u00a0 My friend said that it happens to her every time she goes out, some really old guy hits on her.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t envy that!<\/p>\n<p>All in all it was a good 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