Can you smell what the Rock is cookin?
It sucked so bad. I can’t even begin to tell you how bad. First of all the cover was 10 bucks, and as I’m paying the guy says that they don’t start serving drinks until 11:30. Damn. So we walk in to what can only be described as a large unfinished basement, with a huge logo painted on the wall, and at least 500 teenagers grinding on each other. There was no air conditioning and it was STICKY in there. We both looked at each other like, what the hell. So we stood by the bar for a while just marveling at the grossness of it all, and wondering how old these kids all really were. They had to be 18, but they looked 12. Just as we were about to leave, we hear the DJ yell, “Let me hear all the Seniors in the hooooooooooooooooouse!” … The whole room started whooping. We just looked at each other and high tailed it out of there.
Poor Emma. To be under 21 in the city sucks. There is so much to do when you are just a bit older… Thank God we have the Church. As horrible as Rock Island was, the Church is that much cooler. It’s HUGE for one thing. I’m not sure how many separate dance floors they have, but, It’s big enough that you never feel too crowded. And they have actual go-go dancers and shows… The DJ’s spin different stuff on each floor in each room… They have a sushi bar in there for cryin’ out loud. It’s really got to be one of the best dance clubs in Denver.
Anyway, so instead of going home, we ended up going to the movies. She wanted to see Star Wars, but I had already seen it on Friday night with Tim, so we hit up Monster-In-Law. That movie was surprisingly funny. J.Lo was bland at best, and don’t even get me started on her milque-toast fiancé…But Jane Fonda as the mother-in-law… Freaking hilarious. Nobody plays a crazy bitch better than her. So yeah, we didn’t get home until late, and for some reason I was unable to sleep in… *sigh* Ah well… I took a couple pics of me and Emma, I’ll post those up in a bit.

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I cringe just thinking of the cry "Class of 2005 rocks!!!".
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