Ugh. Just woke up a little while ago. Staying out until 3:30 in the morning is something that needs to be relegated to the under-30 crowd ONLY. I enjoy going to clubs to dance and people watch, but there are limits. When a guy wearing sunglasses comes up to me and tries to greet me via punching his knuckles to mine, that limit has pretty much been reached.
The thing that fascinates me about this is that all the guys in that club were exactly the same. I'm sure in the real world, they have personalities and whatnot, but in the club they are all Lame Pick Up Artist. It's interesting to watch. When I had finally dragged the last co-worker out of the club, I gratefully retrieved my car and went home only to discover that JP had placed a giant Gandalf the White action figure on my computer. <3
Yay for eccentricities!