Last night my friend celebrated her birthday. We had dinner at Spaghetti Warehouse and then headed next door to Six (owned by Lance Armstrong). It was a pretty fun night. A total girls night out. We were at the club till about 12:30am and we headed out. I expected to go to another club, ready to dance!. But everyone else was tired and done! Perhaps my brain thought, “Hey girls night out! I haven’t done this in forever! Let’s dance!!”, but alas, I did not get to do that. I really thought about going to a dance club by myself. The gay bars were right down the street, I could have danced in peace and been complimented on my outfit! But no, I figured I’d go to. I’m really not much of a drinker, but I love to dance (although my skills on the floor are terrible). Besides the early night, the whole time was great.