Last night a few friends and I went to San Jose to see "Tainted Love" play at the Voodoo Lounge. The band is an all '80s cover band, who are phenomenal by the way. The line to get in was filled with twenty-somethings who raided Hot Topic in an attempt to capture the '80 's look. I argue that if you are born in the eighties, you really should be banned from these events. Damn whippersnappers.
The night was filled with dancing nonetheless, and even a scuffle between a stupid scrunchie wearing chick and my friend Corrina and me. Apparently we invaded her space on the dance floor by the stage. Considering the floor had turned into a mosh-pit-esque scenario, her claims of being wronged were a bit ridiculous. I guess her scrunchie was on too tightly therefore making her irritable. Towards the end of the night, the drunken guys were too aggressive and obnoxious to make the night any fun, so we left with the tunes of Bon Jovi dancing in our heads.
Still working on getting t-shirt guy out of my system. Not really sure where I thought that one was going. It sucks to click with the guys who are probably not the best for anything stable. There has to be something in between the cute intelligent guys who are man children, and the stable guys who I have no chemistry with. As long as I get it figured out before I hit eighty...
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