Went to a concert in Santa Monica on Friday. Every time I go out clubbing or partying into the night, I always tell myself I'm never going to do it again. I didn't intend to go out partying, my boss Jess invited me to go along. She got me a ticket and V.I.P pass for the concert. Anyways, I had an experience not an enjoyable one, but it was an experience. I really don't want to do that again.
V.I.P is really not something I enjoyed, its just musicians getting high and groupies giggling. One of the band members started talking to me and his groupie "accidentally" spilled her drink all over me. The joke was on her, that dude got up and helped me clean it off me. Yet somehow I've become that girl in the corner with a drink. I went off into the hall way with the "commoners" and had a better time. The music was great, but the party scene just doesn't make sense to me. I think I'm a big freaking freak!
If I can't get into the scene, I usually end up cartooning about what people are saying. And drawing drunk people, and their empty drinks. Art has saved me on many occasions. People are weird. But I understand it just a bit better now.
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