My night in Hoboken

Hmm, so i'm kinda buzzed right now, after i'm figuring 4 beers, one shot, and a sip of a cosmo...with little on my stomach. It was Sullivan's first, then Madison's. Most of my eye-rolling focuses on Madison's, where I was instantly infuriated upon being told to take off my hat once inside. I've blogged about my fondness for hats before. It's just OBSCENE that a Hoboken bar thinks they're SO upper crust that I can't wear a hat. FUCK THEM. So I was ill-at-ease to begin with, worrying how my hair, thus face, looked sans hat. Ugh. Nightmare. It's Self Esteem 101...when you LOOK good, you FEEL good. And I did NOT feel my best without my hat on. I dunno, I had fun tonight...just a lot of things irritated me. I'm glad I went out, glad I drank, liked the music, liked the company. The whole thing, though, just didn't mix well. I'm WELL over standing around in a too-crowded bar, trying to look suave and dapper, when i'm actually going deaf, can barely hear the conversations around me, am paying far too much for drinks, and don't even feel like the people i'm with give a shit that i'm there. This sounds far worse than it was. I was just with the wrong people at the wrong time. I should NOT be with 3 single girlfriends on a Saturday night. I don't share their history, nor their interest in scoring with the men in the room. So it's just annoying. And I fear I come off as 1) shy, 2) boring, or 3) full of myself. And i'm...well, ok, i'm #3, but not in a bad way. I just had NO desire to be there. Situations like that bored me TEN YEARS AGO, let alone now. I'd rather be home, in comfy clothes, bitching on my blog, shoving food down my throat. Give me a booth or bar stool I can sit down at, with friends I can talk to and HEAR easily, and cheap(er) beer, and i'm good to go. Or even a dance club where the POINT is to DANCE. But none of this standing around, packed like sardines, the music ungodly loud FUCKING BULLSHIT...WITHOUT MY HAT!! Again, i'm not getting old. I was rolling my eyes at this shit at fucking twenty-three. Everyone just seems like a bunch of drones, desperately chit-chatting and drinking to fill the voids in their lives. And to think they do this EVERY Friday and EVERY Saturday. I'd rather stare at a blank wall. Maybe i'm overanalyzing...probably not. And don't get me started on the reaction to my cell phone and disposable camera. You'd think I whipped an entire Atari system, complete with joysticks, out of my pocket, the way 2 chicks reacted. Yes, my phone is archaic...I know that...and I DO hate my phone. But updating it so I look good to others isn't my first motherfucking priority. If you need me to dial 911 for you, will you reconsider once you see my phone? "No, I'd rather die than have EMS alerted via THAT phone!" It fucking gets the job done...end of story. I'm often accused of being FRASIER-esque, but the bottom line is that i'm ridiculously down to earth and sensible. Really, though...I DID have a fun night! Thank you, Lord, for this glorious month of March!! Entertaining from start to fucking finish!