Last night I went out to celebrate Darlene’s birthday (again). I say, “again”, because on Sunday I went out with her to East Side Mario’s for dinner. Sunday was her actual birthday, but she decided to split celebrations over two days. Sunday was dinner out, and yesterday was night out at the Bombshelter, which is a club on campus.

Sunday was cool. She arrived with someone named Penny. They’re both really great people, and we all seemed to get along well. I bought Darlene a chocolate martini because I felt that she needed a drink. To my surprise, it seems that she’s a “necker”. After a few sips she was red and quite merry. I was sitting next to her, and her sudden clinginess was entertaining (for me, anyway). Darlene and I look good together in my opinion, but I don’t think anything will happen *shrug*.

Whatever.

Jenelle and Chris arrived a bit later. I think we all enjoyed ourselves…despite the expensive prices, the fact that the waitress almost dropped capaletti on Penny’s lap, and the fact that she dumped a ridiculous amount of cheese long after I said, “that’s enough!” I guess all that matters is that Darlene had fun.

Yesterday, the birthday girl went to the Bomber. I had class that night, so I had to join her a bit later than the time she specified. By the time I got to the SLC, there was already a long lineup to get into the place. I decided to just wait around because she said that she’d meet people outside if there was a line. Sure enough, out she came–but I couldn’t help but laugh a bit when I saw her. She was wearing a tiara and had a wand that had flashing LEDs on it; that, and she was already quite red and merry. The group that attended this outing as different from the Sunday one. I mean, I didn’t know anyone at this one. Mind you, Penny was there, but I had just met her on Sunday night.

Penny was pinching me and poking me all night. I kept telling her to stop, but she kept doing it. What was I going to do? She was already drunk. I guess I put up with it enough to the point where people assumed that I was her boyfriend. Heh.

So yeah, I didn’t know anyone in the group that she invited except for Penny, and Roselle. Roselle was a fellow FOC member for this past orientation week. It was a pleasant surprise to see her there. Now, not knowing anyone would have made me a bit uncomfortable, but I really tried my best to mingle. Inevitably though, I ended up sticking close to Penny and Roselle. Darlene was drunk and acting much like a social butterfly…going around from person to person, striking up conversation, hitting on numerous people–to which I say, good for her. For a period there she was just kissing and hugging random people. Man, was she drunk.

The crowd has heavy that night, as it usually is on a Wednesday night. I saw many people I knew there. There were a few from my class, a few leaders that I hired from Frosh week, a few people from my old class, and other FOC members. I managed to greet all of them. The dance floor was crowded. I will quote one of Darlene’s friends by saying that there was “too much humping going on.” Heh. At the very least, there didn’t seem to be any raised skirts and obvious fucking going on.

It was a different experience. I’ve never been in there on a full night. I was uncomfortable, but I still forced myself out there. I hope the birthday girl had a good time (oh, I’m sure she did…but I hope she got someone to walk her home).