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last friday night
I've never been in a position to experience the Hollywood movie standard for a Friday night out in the city. Never been even close to being able to see what all the fuss about Gossip Girl and its setting of unrealistic standards is about. Lima doesn't have much of a night scene, particularly not for the young and out man, and even though I've been in Darrow for nearly a year now, I haven't found reason or space to party until now. It's not my thing. It's not what I do, it's not what I prefer; I'd rather spend the night curled up on my couch with a friend, a bowl of popcorn on my lap, with the city lights gently filtering into the room.
Well, until now, anyway. Now, whenever I settle in for a quiet Friday evening, I'm simply reminded of how much has been missing since breaking up with Blaine. It's not that I need him, really. I don't think I'm quite that codependent. But when you get used to something, when it becomes part and parcel of your regular life, having that suddenly changed isn't fun. It always takes a period of adjustment.
And after being good for the first month of our break-up, I just want a change.
That's why I've called up Neil. That's why I asked him for ideas, that's why we're going clubbing. I've decided to invite a little bit of spice, silver eyeshadow blended above my eyelids with a hint of green at the edge. Liquid eyeliner. Bright clothes to match.
If I'm not going to be myself, I may as well dress up as the person I want to be. Colorful. Fun. Confident.
A knock sounds on the door, and I call out, "Coming!" From my side, Cat immediately grows tense, meowing in distaste as I tread towards the front door. She'll whine at me up until I open the door, then probably glower at the newcomer before retreating. She hasn't taken to anyone other than me just yet.
I'm curious to see if she ever grows fond of my friends. For a small, white little furry thing, she comes off as pretty darn judgmental.
Well, until now, anyway. Now, whenever I settle in for a quiet Friday evening, I'm simply reminded of how much has been missing since breaking up with Blaine. It's not that I need him, really. I don't think I'm quite that codependent. But when you get used to something, when it becomes part and parcel of your regular life, having that suddenly changed isn't fun. It always takes a period of adjustment.
And after being good for the first month of our break-up, I just want a change.
That's why I've called up Neil. That's why I asked him for ideas, that's why we're going clubbing. I've decided to invite a little bit of spice, silver eyeshadow blended above my eyelids with a hint of green at the edge. Liquid eyeliner. Bright clothes to match.
If I'm not going to be myself, I may as well dress up as the person I want to be. Colorful. Fun. Confident.
A knock sounds on the door, and I call out, "Coming!" From my side, Cat immediately grows tense, meowing in distaste as I tread towards the front door. She'll whine at me up until I open the door, then probably glower at the newcomer before retreating. She hasn't taken to anyone other than me just yet.
I'm curious to see if she ever grows fond of my friends. For a small, white little furry thing, she comes off as pretty darn judgmental.