A night out

I was sitting in front of the computer at work. Counting the minutes until it was time to punch the clock...until I realized there wasn't really a point of being there, pretending to work if I just wanted to get the heck out of there and be free. I mean time doesn't work, I am the one that works. Right? So if am just wasting time, neither me nor time is being useful so I might as well but some usefulness into time...

... errr... i swear it made more sense when I first thought about it.

Aaaaanyway. I went home early to do what I always do when I have free time: read and play video games, and this time I actually tried to do something different and slept a couple of hours. I am not sure if you can call that sleeping, it was more like dreaming-ish like while sweating profoundly, so it was not as pleasant as a nap its supposed to be. After a while I got up, took a quick shower and went to pick Melina up.

So done that Blanco called to see if we were gonna do something, and after a few calls a quick stop in the gas station and scratching my genitals a couple of times (not that it has anything to do with the story, but I was rather uncomfortable and after a few scratches i felt jollier) the night was planned: we were gonna go to this place called Absinthe where we were supposed to get free entrance and a open bar.

We did get free entrance but the open bar was only for girls, and since myself was not counted among one of them I hadn't any free drinks. The place was crowed, the music was loud and it was impossible to do anything else but dance and pretend that you understood what people was saying.

* sigh * I really dont know why people like to go to clubs. The obnoxious long line to enter the place, the elitist bastards at the entrance and the inability to speak inside... what's the point? But despite that, everybody was obviously having a bad time (because those sort of things you can tell) NO ONE WANTED TO LEAVE. Pfffft... humans.

Sometimes I think genocides are well fundamented.

It was a good night... sort of.