The Hottest State

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. I’m never setting foot inside The Dome again. I somehow ended up there Friday night, even though the plan was the Alehouse. It was not a fun night. The music was bad, and after talking to the dj and getting something remotely danceable played, we hit the dance floor…

Are you familiar with The Dome? The dance floor has large screens around it that show ads or tv or the dance floor itself. When we started dancing, it was showing the end of Save the Last Dance, so I was mainly watching the movie and not really dancing. Then the dj switched on the camera to US. So instead of Julia Stiles and Sean Patrick Thomas dancing, it was my friend and I. Not cool.

Then, for no apparent reason, the dj started talking about my friend and I. Something about seventies porn stars. No idea why. There was no Farrah hair. No platform shoes. Not even hootchie clothes. At this point, we decided the night should be over, so we ate pizza and left.

Ughhhh.

posted by pixiesparkle @ 11:34 AM