Make Out Club
I have officially seen it all. I have seen the guy I like making out with another girl six inches away from where I stood. It was Saturday night. I passed him standing outside of Cafe Hollywood, smoking a cigarette. I stopped to talk for a minute on my way to meet friends at the Lionheart. We were mid-sentence when she dove in and planted one on his lips, followed by her tongue down his throat. It was amusing, horrifying and nauseating at the same time. How does one react to something like that? Fight or flight? I flew. All the while a little voice in my head chimed "This is not my life, this is not my life, this is not my life..." repeatedly. I proceeded to the nearest bar and pounded large amounts of alcohol. I fell asleep wearing my black cocktail dress that night. My dear friend Alisande has come up with a top ten list of reasons not to drink anymore. I told her, you may have a lot of reasons not to drink, but life will keep giving you more reasons TO drink. At least my life isn't boring. At least...at least...AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!