i hate i hate i hate pretentious clubs. fuck…if only arson were legal. or at the least dirty beatdowns. today was sallys bday celebrations at eugene. i had jus gotten back from nj (my sis’ bday lunch)…met up with marisol for an early din at yokochos. afterwards we watched madeleine at my apt…and then met up with liz, dora, and alfred at republic for frozen lychee martinis (not as good as angel’s shares) and then we were off to eugene. while waiting in line for the self-important bouncer to let us in, the guy deciding whos breasts were nice enuf to let in pointed me out and said i was underdressed. this is while other mooks in t’s and sneakers are strolling in. to be honest, i wasnt exactly crying. everybody else headed in while i strolled off. alice rings me up and says i should go home, change, and come back. in any normal situation, i wouldve said bollocks to that. but shit…its a bday celebration. argh! so i taxi it back to alphabet city, change into my “all-black all-dirty looks” outfit, and taxi it back. after being deemed pretentious enuf, im graciously let in by the fucking spank-monkey that i will find the address of and torch his fucking apt. it was fun once inside…we had our own little seating section with the rest of the bday crowd. it was like a cornell asian frat and sororities reunion. super. we stayed til 2ish, and then a few of us left and grabbed snackies at l’express. mmm…french toast. oh btw, eugene sucks. die die die!
