last night we went to rouge in the city for a friend's birthday. i was amazed that i even convinced myself to go out on a friday night (very hard to do for someone who wakes up at 5am every morning). but a few out-of-town friends were going to be there and we wanted to say hi. i realized that i really hate going out. especially to a club. technically most of the people there knew the birthday girl, but it was still annoying to be around all these gross people. my life would not be any less fulfilling if i never stepped into another club again. ever. i hated the crowds, there were too many people to even dance a little bit without getting elbowed or stepped on. the music seemed extra loud, to the point where you couldn't even talk to the people next to you without literally screaming at the top of your lungs. so i sat with a friend and just people watched and laughed a lot. :) needless to say, we only stayed for a couple hours and headed out. what party animals. :P but it's great to go out every once in a while to remind myself that i'm not missing out on anything. not a single thing...