So Buster's previous owner, my now very official ex-boyfriend and I have been maintaining a pseudo-relationship cross country for just about a year now. He was out here for most of last summer and I even visited Atlanta over Christmas break. But last week some shit went down, some shit that I'd really rather not get into but all that's necessary to know is he broke up with me rather officially. Which was kind of a downer considering that when I left Atlanta in January I had offered to move there to be with him and that's all I had really planned for my future. Which was stupid. Really stupid.
All that's to say is that basically I'm a liar and when I said in the first post of this blog that me and Buster are looking for new places in Cali to leave that in my head I was thinking fuck California I fully plan on moving to Georgia post-graduation.
But since he broke up with me that's obviously not an option because let's face it, why the hell else would I ever leave California? No man is really worth it if you ask me except Adrian Grenier and I'm pretty sure he lives in Hollywood so I don't have to leave either way.
Since I was wallowing a lot that week at the shock of it all and my future now extremely uncertain (let me just interject here that 10 days later it now makes me sick that I ever would base any post-collegiate plans on another person) and I was now very much single and alone on a Friday night I knew there was just one person I could call that could make me feel better about guy problems, mostly because she has had her fair share and maintains a completely flippant attitude toward most guys she dates. And that person is, of course, Hayley Marx. Who else?
Hayley took me and my friend Ben out for margaritas in Santa Rosa, which was fine but not really distracting. We walked around downtown until we got to the Chrome Lotus, Santa Rosa's 'club.'
Now I'd heard things about the Chrome Lotus--that is was full of bros, and bro hoes with tons of tattoos and fake eyelashes and fake boobs and fake tans and basically a really trashy place full of not very intelligent people. So naturally I decided to go in. We looked ridiculous because we all had dressed to just go to dinner, not out dancing-"I don't normally wear jeans to this type of event," said Hayley to the doorman, and we got there at like 10:15 or some other equally and ridiculously early hour so naturally we looked retarded.
But it got better, and let me just say thank God I brought Ben because I was exactly zero fun that night. I was driving and usually when I drive I drink anyways but my brother had gotten into a drunk driving accident the weekend before that had really shook me up so I wasn't about to do that. And the thing is that I REALLY don't feel like dancing when all I've had in my mouth is tonic water.
I will admit that the place got pretty crackin and it wasn't all bro hoes. Vanessa Villafuerte even made a very drunk VIP appearance as we were leaving which was kind of awesome. Hayley found a black guy she had been stalking at the mall to dance with and I parked my sober self by the front door and read FML for about a half hour before Ben and a guy he had found to spend the night with dragged me out to the dance floor and started grinding me from front and behind. So I did end up dancing and having a little fun. Ben hugged me and said 'I love you,' before disappearing into the crowded sweaty dance floor with Elton or whatever that guy's name was. I forget but I do have a picture of Hayley dancing all up on him.
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