last night.

last night was weird. definitely weird. first dimitry and i went to pedro's for mexican food in dumbo. our waitress was a bitch, these two hoodlums were plotting something sketchy, and jeff and claire were late. so we ordered without them, enjoyed margaritas and ate some pretty damn good mexican food. being from southern california, i have the right to be a mexican food elitist...and yes, i do judge. the food was delicious but the guacamole was uhhh okay, 5 out of 10. okay, who cares...so anyways, jeff and claire arrived and we headed to the diesel xxx 30th party circus...which was weird. my biggest problem with the enitre production is that they had over 3,500 people in the place...with TWO bars total. not only was there a line to get in, the (open) bar line took up to 45 minutes. i made many friends in line, and everyone (including myself) was a dick. after waiting that long for a drink, there was no way i was only getting one. i think we ordered 12 drinks between the 4 of us. so, i got drunk. ran into an old friend from school and we ordered more drinks and then she made me take two tequila shots. i sound like a really scuzzy alcoholic right now, but i rarely drink these days and i was in a mood last night...so shit was going down. dimitry had to leave as T.I. went on, so i met back up with tanya (school friend) and she told me that her girlfriend and all her people were next to the stage. for some reason, i decided to follow her and proceed with my asshole behavior as we pushed our way to the front of the stage. everyone hated us, but oh well. we got up, right near the front for franz ferdinand and m.i.a. which was amazing. i forgot all those ff songs i used to sing really loud in my car circa '06...good times. so, after a while i had had enough of the crowd and decided to peace out. i ran into someone that i used to be very close to, and well.... it was just awkward and weird. as i tried to converse with her, her friend just kept on trying to dance with her, so i ended up feeling awkward enough to awkwardly walk away. i wanted so bad to just hug her and tell her how much i missed her, but i believe it was her friend...or maybe just my inebriated state, that made me push this feeling away and act like i was just running into someone i once barely knew. it's weird how you can be so close to someone and then a few things happen, and BAM...they're gone. people don't appreciate friendships or relationships enough to mend and fix things. there's been many people in 2008 that have seemed to go, people i considered very close at a point...but maybe it's just me, maybe i'm just in a transition. i mean, this has been a fucking crazy year. and not the best one. that was a total sidenote...

so back to last night, i left the concert, met up with jeff and claire, and we cabbed it to rebel (WORST CLUB EVER). d7 was djing so i thought it would be fun, but i was too drunk and got sick and the club is seriously the worst thing ever. like trashy midtown shit...blah. i ended up meeting up with seri and ashley k. and getting pizza, and then we all cabbed it back to the hood. i was so happy to see seri and ashley, i've missed hanging out with them a lot. i got home and called kate...apparently 8 times to try and drunkenly describe my night....sorry kate. and then i passed out...only to wake up today and find out that i missed a trip to the box, post-rebel. and during this trip, i would've hung out with lohan and ronson...who were apparently "all over each other" as my boyfriend described. damn.