Oh What A Night....

In an effort to be a normal 20-something female, I attempted to attend a club in NYC Saturday night... Providence to be exact. I pulled an ensemble together from what was hanging in my closet, attempted eye makeup, jampacked with drama, primped and prepped the hair and was ready to shake a tailfeather. However, every girl knows about waiting for a friend to go out, the hair seems to lose its luster, the makeup feels like its losing its shine and you (or maybe its just me) all of a sudden hear your bed calling. So an hour later (yes...an hour), my friend arrives and what do I feel as soon as I step out of the door? Mist...mist! I just knew from then on that the night wouldn't live up to my expectations.

To cut the story short, we arrive at the club around 1ish and my friend's sister has been standing in line, holding our spot for an hour. And the look of exasperation was written all over her face,her hair was in "shambles" and who wants to stand in a line for an hour?!! Definetely not me, I would of been just as angry. Needless to say we get in, pay our $25 (I know, who does that?) and still proceed onward to having a grand time. First things first, we proceeded towards the bathroom to "powder our noses"...and it wasn't as bad as I thought. Fast forward a 1/2 an hour later, and I'm ready to go. Music....horrible, surroundings...horrible and I was being harassed by a tall, drunk and not so handsome clubgoer, who didn't get the hint that I was not interested. What a waist of $25, makeup and the worst of them all.... an outfit. My chiffonesque top from Target (which resembled something straight off the runways of BCBG) could have preserved its beauty on a hanger in my closet. I could of stayed home, eating Cookies & Cream icecream watching Sex in the City. But every trip to the city can't be fabulous right? It just hurts my heart that an outfit was wasted...don't you hate when that happens?