The nights with no plans or expectations are the best ones...
While trying to living it up for a few more weeks in Gettysburg PA, there aren't many chic options of places to go for a night out with the girls. As you can see, instead of dressing to the nines, it's easier to just go along with the scene and add a little twist to it. The outfit of the night was very simple. Black tank too, jeans, lea lord print belt, free people bra, jewelry, Chanel lipstick, combat boots and some wine. The twist of simple I threw into it was the leaped print belt. Having the Free People bra hanging out yes it's a bit tacky, but if it has to be seen it might as well be cute.
I wasn't the only one who just went casual for the night. Most of the college girls were pretty casual. Almost everyone had black pants on or jeans. They paired it with a tank top, chambray shirt or shirt with embellishments on it and a vest or leather jacket to top it off. Darker colors are better to wear out here hides spills more easily and is more slimming.
The night began with no expectations except the one that Pinto Grigio and I had to continue our ongoing love affair. After having our fill of pregaming as many poor college students do to save money (one of my ladies put water,vodka and crystal light in a bottle for the night), we shut off the music and off to Mama's we go. Giggling on our way to the bar talking about god only knows what we seemed to reach the back alley sketchy entrance more quickly than usual.
After having our identification inspected by the lovely bouncer with missing teeth, piercings and his hair interestingly braided. We were in the dark smoke filled bar. On one side of the bar you see the locals and on the other side the college students. After getting a drink I was just feeling out the scene for the night and just trying to scope out the people I wanted to talk to. As I'm standing by the bar waiting for my drink, a lovely man missing teeth proceeded to tell me that "theres a line". Never in my life have I had a man try and get me away from getting alcohol, I guess there is a first for everything.
I turned around about fifteen minutes feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turn around to see one of my childhood friends. Taken back with surprise I dropped my beer, screamed and hugged her! We had a great time catching up, took a few shots, she met my friends and we danced the night away. The night continued by me bopping around talking to everyone under the sun that I knew that happened to be at the bar. For some reason we decided to head to one of the frats, which ended up being pretty much empty. That didn't matter though, we sent the early morning hours spinning around and dancing.
Walking home from a fun night never lacks interest. No matter what you can think back upon things that happened that are just unexplainable and laughable. Before were home I get a late night booty call, oh sorry not call men are too lazy for that, I got a booty text. After some bantering back and forth, and thinking I'm funny but in reality I'm actually being a sassy ass hole, I made it clear I would not be walking to him. After all, I am a lady, he can come to me. Well turns out, men are too lazy to brave the elements to walk less than a half of a mile to see a girl. What the hell am I supposed to do about that?
until next time... xoxo J
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