Drained

All I can say is that last night was exactly what the doctor ordered. I don't think I've ever danced longer or harder in my life, which is saying quite a bit because of the following:

1. I'd been awake since 6:15 am and when everyone said they wanted to leave at 3:30 am, I think I could have stuck out the last half hour.
2. I hadn't eaten anything decent all day. A little bit of this, a little bit of that. I think the last thing I had eaten was some Doritos and a waffle. Yeah. Not a real meal, in case you were wondering.
3. I had massive heels on last night and on top of that, my old dance injury on my right foot was acting up on it.

But seriously. I've never felt so - I guess cleansed is THE only way to put it. I got everything out last night on the dance floor. I never realized it could be an outlet for everything that's been on my mind. Honestly - I haven't really thought about anything until I started writing this post, where it's gradually seeping back in. But I'm sure I'll be able to distract myself with the stuff I need to get done for work and school for the rest of the day.

Yes, last night's dancing escapades were fan-frickin'- tastic. They played Justin Timberlake twice, Nelly Furtado, and near the end, Yin Yang Twins. I was thrilled. And I managed to still look decent at the end of the night! Which never happens - I always look like I've been through a train wreck. The carding at the door incident was ridiculous. I can't believe that the guy told me I didn't look like my own license. He made me sign my name three times, check with another guy, and then asked Sruth my name to confirm everything. He was like, honey, you don't look anything like that picture, and I told him, you lose 25 pounds and doll up and see what you look like. Stupid bouncer at the door.

I think the funniest part of the night was when that Purdue guy got mad at me for saying I'm Gujurati and that my family is from Bombay. He was all like, "Bombay isn't in Gujurat - how come all you Gujus always say that?!" And I shot back with, "How come lame guys like you hit on hot girls and can't get their numbers?" He shut up pretty quickly. I love being back to feisty ol' me. Teehee!

Gautu is a damn hot dancer! Holy balls, Sruth! I didn't know he could move like that.

Having been Anshul-less for the past month and a half, it felt soooooooooo good to party with him. I love having him as one of my best friends. There's only one person in the world that can say "kk you're awesome". Haha. We ended up going to a diner afterwards to get some food and stole a fork because we were so hungry. Maru Panjrati - you have competition, because I ate those hashbrowns faster than you attacked those pancakes that one night . . . but I didn't have to look at the ceiling to swallow the mouthfuls. Haha.

Man, all I can think now is how often can I go clubbing in the city for the rest of summer and during medical school . . . last night was one of the best nights. And now I wish I were back there instead of sitting here at this computer!

Alright, gotta get shit done. So I'm out for now . . .