Friday.

21 & over.

That's what I was for the night.

I was stressed. I couldn't take the pain of Thursday anymore. My night had been horrible and my day at work was going horrible. I was on the verge of crying because I couldn't think of nothing else but the deceit of my best friend. How could he hurt me like that? After I got off of work, I began to walk to the bus stop as I would usually do. On my way to the bus stop, I decided to turn on my phone and see what all I had missed out on while at work. 10 text messages and 5 voicemails. I called the first voicemail I had received that day: Tyra's.

Tyra is like my big sister. Whenever I have a problem or need to talk, she's there. She passes down her wisdom to me every time. I forgot to call her Thursday night to tell her about what had happened. So I gave her a call and explained my situation. Her response, "damn. I'd hate to be the bad influence but lil sis, you need a drink. Let me call you back after I find a place" Ever since I turned 18, she would say "we're going to go out one day." Who would have thought today would be that day?

After Tyra found a place that we could go (pulling some major strings to get me in), we had a lot to do to make me look older. First, we went shopping. She had me try on some dresses before she made the decision of which one made me look older. Afterwards, we rushed back to her apartment to get ready. We had to get there super early in order for me to get in and not be id'ed. I think it worked. Next thing I knew I was in the club, at an all white party that was designated for adults 21 and over.

I'd say her plan worked. We were there from 10:30 pm until 1:30 am. It was actually an experience that I hope I'll never forget. Although I don't like the club scene nor the attention I received from guys, I did love the drink(s) my sister had got me. I also loved taking club pictures and regular pictures. The whole getting dressed up part was fun for me. I felt like a little doll. If I went on dates, I would dress up like that more often. But unfortunately, I rarely get out the house to look as good as I did Friday night.

I didn't get home from our adventures until 3. I went to bed at 3:33 and had to get back up at 8 because I was on call to work for whoever called off by 11. Let's just say to the people who called off and made me work the weekend, SCREW YOU. I woke up that morning with a major headache. I'm guess that's what a hangover feels like haha. On my way to the bus stop, I forced myself to swallow two Moltrin pills for my headache. I was completely thrown off. Running off of 4 hours of sleep and feet that hurt from my heels, I managed to work in a diff store than I was used to, meet two funny and knowledgeable coworkers and keep my mind clear of the problems I had on Thursday. Overall, my day at work was awesome. As soon as I got home, I relaxed myself and went to bed at 10:35 pm. It was way earlier than I usually go to sleep.

I had a lot of fun. I may do it again in the future.