The Den of Iniquity

I have just come home from a friends birthday party- we went out for dinner (by the end of which she was on her 7th drink) then moved on to a night club. This club was packed to the brim with sweaty dancing/ jumping around and touching people- I mean you couldn't actually move anywhere without touching or being touched by people- for someone who is not particularly fond of people invading my personal space this was quite intrusive and uncomfortable. Secondly, there seemed to be only one purpose in people being there- to pick up. Girls tried to pretend they were there to have a good time with their friends while guys didnt even bother pretending they were there with any other purpose. People where in various states of undress (thinking that they were fully dressed I am sure) and spilling of drinks on people, the floor and any other surface available. Maybe I just just couldn't appreciate it because I was sober- noone else seemed to be- I was a bit like a fish out of water really floundering around and to be completely honest- bored out of my brain- maybe thats what was wrong with them they had all become so bored their brains had fallen out leaving only the impulse to dance and make out.

After the club we moved on to a pub for Karaoke where more drunk people where making complete fools of themselves (and I dont mean the singers)- I just dont understand the point of getting so sloshed that you behave like a fool and then probably wont remember it the next day because you have killed off those particular brain cells!!!

I finally escaped to come home only to have a group of idiots try to commit suicide by dancing with my car (while it was moving) Ah, the joys of alcohol and drinking to excess- what a shame I was the designated driver.