So, bars. Fun? Er, no.

[rowanberries]

Okay, so I went to a bar for the first time tonight. With a friend, I'm not completely silly. It seemed... okay at first. But then the scary people I was with bought shots. Yes, I had some, because being sober in a room full of people you do not know is not fun. They were disgusting. I like the taste of alcohol, usually. But they tasted all fake and ew. And the music was incredibly loud, so I couldn't have a conversation with the one person there I knew and liked. And then people tried to make me dance to said music. But you kinda have to be in a good mood to dance, and I really wasn't. So I stayed at the bar and two random older guys hit on me in very quick succession, and said exactly the same things in the same order. I think there must be some sort of code. But I was scared, and trying to give 'go away!' signals while still being polite and oh my God. The fear. Yes, I was scared. Yes, I am pathetic. But dear God I do not think I'll be doing that again in a hurry. I just don't think I can cope with it. Milliways is the only bar I'm going near for a while.

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[rowanberries.livejournal.com]

Nope, it was even cheaper and more disgusting. Sort of cheapest vodka in the world with artificial sweetner and e-numbers in. Nice. But someone bought them for me, and I was desperately trying to find a way to make the experience more enjoyable.

Next time I shall indeed stick to the beer and wine. Or maybe just go somewhere nicer. It called itself a bar, but it was basically just a club that was too small. Crap music, too little space. *Shudders*

I guess it would have been easier to employ witty putdowns if I'd been able to hear myself talk. Or anyone else. I think it's a ploy by club owners so scary guys have an excuse to invade your personal space. *Glares at whoever is in charge of this kind of thing.

But thanks. And I'm sorry about the whining. (I was most amused that this happened on the day that Livejournal pulled the 'processing whining' thing.)