The week of 21

seriously

My cousin turned 21 this week. So last night we planned to get all dressed up and go to a jazz club in LA. Being the vain chicks that we can be, keep reading my blogs you'll see, it took us forever to get ready. Seriously, we started getting ready at 7:00pm. What time do you think we left the house? 10. :( But seriously we looked "So Good"(Teen Girl Squad #1)

So 10 o'clock is not a good time to be leaving the IE considering that, it'll take an hour to get to LA, the jazz club stops playing at 1, and one of us has to be the designated driver. So we decide, very reluctantly to waste all our beauty on Dave and Buster's. Now Dave and Buster's is okay when you're on a date but as a Single, Black Woman who is 22. It's not the place to be.

The men there are either 40 or 14. The women there are pissed because they didn't go somewhere else and overall its not a great place to be when you're 20 something trying to get a date. But we were there wasting our loveliness on the older of the IE crowd. The night ended regularly, without anything spectacular happening. It was so...normal.