All Night Long

Isn't funny how sometimes you find yourself in situations you know you could have avoided altogether if you stopped tryna make everybody else happy and just did what you knew would be best for you. I can't believe that after all that discussion about going to a 21+ club, I ended up at a club that I knew was destined to be wack when the guy asked me for money at the door. "I thought it's supposed to be free before 12?" I said, frustrated. "It's before 11," the man said curtly. I was so upset and I glanced at my sister who walked up and pulled rank before one of her friends already inside had put her name on the VIP List. Ugh. What about me? Shit! "That's cool" I say. Until the female cashier asks me for $10. Wtf?! I definitely hoped that this place would be more popping than this but for some reason it's got all the signs of a bad party. An absent-minded DJ. More dudes than girls. And a strange dancefloor that looks more fit to be a skating rink than a club. But we take a chance on it. And by we I mean the two of us that paid. Everyone else is at no kind of loss. We paid for gas, parking, and entrance cover fee. Ugh. But I have spent the past three hours tryna find any girls that dare to move not by themselves. But the incessant trend of people having a good time played out the entire night. Guys and girls operating independent of one another as though the very fabric of our Friday Activity and raging hormones did live for just this interaction. Why? Is it because we are seeking a lustful consideration for entertainment despite our heavy Christian upbringing? Or could it be just because the devil gets kicks out of wasting our time, money, and effort on things he knows won't gratify our insatiable hunger for the perfect part and the best of your life. Maybe Satan knows just like that a meaningful relationship doesn't lie in these alcohol-stained floors and smoke-filled multi-purpose recreational spaces. Damn. But God I hate when you're right anyway. Can't I at least get one more dance before I stop the club scene altogether? C'mon man. Do it for ya boi...