prom

My roommate and I threw a prom themed party at the East Village Yacht Club last night.

I always wondered what prom would have been like with alcohol. Now I know. There was alot of dancing and hooking up. I didn’t get any action. The only thing I was grinding was the floor (that’s what happens when you play Justin Timberlake). Although I did throw myself at my friend’s co-worker. And got rejected. Twice!

The song “Earth Angel” came on and everyone was dancing in couples so I made him dance with me. And then he said he had to go home.

“Don’t leave! Why are you leaving?”
“It’s almost 4.”
“C’mon!”
“Sorry.”
“You suck.”

This conversation occurred twice. I shouldn’t be allowed to talk to people.