DJ and Glam Girl

I've been hanging out with my new friends DJ and Glam Girl a lot lately. In their company, I've felt myself slowly evolve into liking house music. I can easily go to a club, and when no one is dancing yet, and we're all lounging around in our comfortable, oversized chairs, I can close my eyes for a few seconds and just feel the beat of drum and bass catch up with the beat of my heart.

Tonight will be one of those nights. Glam Girl and DJ are the kid of people who are drama free, yet wild and crazy at the same time. Moreover, DJ is a real stand-up guy, the kind who won't try to get into every drunk girl's pants. DJ and I walk to the beat of the same drum. And bass. He likes to wear funky shirts and has a distinct style that I can say is his own. He gets really embarassed when he talks about his car, because it's a hand-down from his mom. He knows random people from my alma mater.

Glam Girl has a different Coach bag for every night. I guess, I envy her in that sense because I was prompted last week to go out and get a far too expensive, but orgasmalicious Coach bag of my own. She adores club DJs, but not DJ. No, DJ is just a friend. She, instead, is very attracted to a kid who both DJ and I think is flaming gay. She just thinks he's highly metro. She's a New Yorker and that NYC personality really comes out when she's drunk. I love it.

Tonight is hip hop night at The Club and we're all going. And yet again, I have nothing to wear. Don't worry though, I always come up with something.

If sexy never left, then why's everybody on my shit?

-Jess