tonight was a good night

i sang karaoke with all of my best friends and a bunch of them who never sing decided to sing multiple times

on the way to get pizza after karaoke i almost got hit by a white pickup truck, and i jumped on the back of it and yelled 'i had the right of way' ~6 times

while eating pepperoni pizza i discussed the merits of racism with a young man wearing all camo that had the word 'pussy' tattooed on his fingers. i felt sick in a good way after eating the pizza. my stomach felt full and warm

we took a cab at 1:30am to an 'after hours' club owned by my close friend that i used to have sex with, and there were at least 100 people there. rap music was playing extremely loud, and i felt excited, happy, and proud that his 'club' was doing so well (not many people were coming ~7 months ago). at the club i danced and made pleasant/sincere small talk with a lot of people. i did cocaine with a very thin, very gay friend who made me feel very good about myself by saying 'you look incredible. have you been eating? because you currently have an ideal hourglass figure so you should keep not eating if thats what you're doing'. i told him i hadn't been eating but i have been eating constantly. a lot of people 'hit on me' at this event, including moe, a person that i had sex with, a few times when i was 17, who followed me around the entire night to the point where i had to ask him to stop. i definitely felt 'on point' tonight

there was no moment during this evening that i felt 'bad' or 'upset'

i left at 3:48am and tried to find a cab or walk home, but it was -30 and i got frustrated. i waved at a tow truck driving in my direction and pretended i thought it was a cab. the driver stopped and the conversation essentially went:

'you look good'

'thanks, you shouldn't rape me because my dad is a police officer.'

'i wouldn't do that. i'm a nice guy. you look cold.'

'ok, thanks'

'where are you going'

'about 15 blocks down'

'come on in, sweetheart'

we discussed his mechanics degree and how his newly obtained job as a tow-truck driver was going. i told him my name was sarah and that my dad was a police officer named joe. he said his uncle was a manager at the police station and i told him i would ask my dad if they knew each other

i got him to drop me off a block away from my parents house so he wouldn't know where i was staying, thanked him and told him he would get "good karma"

when i got into bed i ate a handful of chocolate covered pretzels and watched the ending of casino royale