I got shot last night...

With a popped champaign bottle cork-screw. (I approached the dude and enrouraged him to apologize).

That was the lowlight of my night.

Late in the game (10:30) my homegirl calls me and is like, do you want to come out? I was ambivalent. Not too tired, so I was like what the hell.

Her good guy friend was in town with like 6 other dudes to celebrate a bachelor party. She had been the only chic...didn't want to be alone.

So I get dolled and roll out. I haven't been out in a while and I understand why I don't fancy the club scene.

1) I got shot. Yes, SHOT. With a popped champaign bottle cork-screw. (I approached the dude and encouraged him to apologize)
2) I was probably on the older side. 27....I prefer to be amongst the youngest in an establishment
3) The DJ lied. He said Jermaine Dupri n' Da Brat were there. I read early this week that Da Brat is in the slammer. I'd think Magic City would be the first place she goes to upon release.
4) I love dancing, but these lil' hos be on the dance floor and allow dudes to simulate sexual moves. Not a cute look. I felt like a mother wanting to school these young chics.
5) The group of dudes we were hanging out with got ridiculously drunk. Me no likey drunk men.