Wow.

So I went to the gay club last night, and it was… not quite what I was expecting.

I met some more of Jack’s friends, and holy shit… these people have fucked up their lives. I’m sorry, but that’s just what I think.

One wasn’t even 21, and she already had a 6 year-old son.
One was older, and had three kids, with different guys, and then another guy she lived with turned out to be gay and left her when she was 7 months pregnant.
And the list goes on. Apparently their idea of a good time is getting drunk and letting hilarity ensue. The accuracy of their ability to get themselves to a specific level of drunkeness, and then maintain that without going further or losing their buzz, amazed me.

I don’t think they’re “Bad” people… but all I could think as I listened to them was, “Holy shit, you people need to stop living in fantasy land, and sort out your freaking priorities.”

The only thing that I found okay about the whole evening was talking to this one other friend of his that I’d met previously, and then meeting my accompanist.

Yes, apparently my accompanist is gay. I didn’t recognize him till he jabbed me in the ribs and asked if I was ever going to say hi. Apparently he had been as much in the dark about me being gay as I had been about him.

I guess my feelings showed on my face by the end of the evening, because one girl leaned over and asked if it was my first time at a club. When I said yes, she just nodded and said something about how ‘it’s always better after the first experience’.

I’m sorry, but I don’t want to get drunk, I don’t want to spend hours every other night in a club screaming out a conversation over the ungodly loud music, the ciggarett smoke made me feel sick, and just about everyone there would be talking to someone and be all ‘happy-love-you’… then the minute that person left, they would start bitching about them behind their back. That is NOT cool.

I don’t know what I was expecting. I guess I’m just stupid like that.

Right now I just want to curl up and die. I wish I hadn’t gone, and after that, I’m not sure how I even feel about Jack any more.