Lost my Hoboken Virginity, there are way to many creepers in Hoboken.

Friday night, five sexy chicas, feisty high heels, a multitude of alcoholic beverages and lots of skin baring outfits always equals a good time in my book.

Me and my four girl friends (Andi, Michele, Kim, and Leanne) decided we needed to do a girls night out. Leanne conveniently lives in Hoboken and since I've never been there we all decided this was the perfect destination. So after work and a disgustingly huge dinner at Red Robin, we went to Michele's to get into out party gear.

We all brought at least three outfits and then tried each others on, inevitably deciding on the first outfit we tried on only to stare at it for another half hour while moaning about unacceptable body parts. This is a necessary girl ritual that can not be avoided in fear of random outbreaks of West Nile. (Yes, bad garment choices brings on West Nile, aren't you glad you read this.) This lovely pic to the right would be Andi unsuccessfully trying on my corset top. (I decided I didn't want to be a complete ho, just a little ho, so I opted for a different shirt. Sorry boys.)

Finally dressed and ready to go we piled into Michele's car and headed to Leanne's in good old Hoboken. This pit stop was needed for the very necessary "pre-gaming". The "pre-gaming" for those who do not know, it where you start to drink at someones house so you don't have to drink as much when you get to the club therefore saving some much needed cash, although you always pre-game a little to hard and then spend more then you would have at the club and defeat the entire purpose. Pre-gaming is also a necessity.

At Leanne's we got the part started a little by making Vodka Fanta Lemonades and Jack/Cokes. Pre-gaming also involves taking various strange pictures of each other so in the future we can look back and actually watch the progress of our drunken state. Stage one: lots of glass clinking toasts to various body party's and vulgar activities and compliments on outfits. Stage two: Facebook stalking. Motor skills are currently still working and we feel the need to make fun of various people at our leisure. Stage three:random pictures of each other doing things that we're sure will be hilarious in the morning when we can remember where we are or where are pants went. Stage Four: leave for the club. During Stage three we learned that Kim used to be a tap dancer and got a nice little show, proceeded by Andi and my fake boxing match o' fun. Then kiss kiss to the camera and were off to the races!

Hoboken was a bevy of flashing lights, popped collars, burly bouncers, colorful shooters, and sleazy creepers (creeper: a guy who watches you, follows you, dances to close to you, unwelcomingly touches you and is just downright creepy). I, never having been to Hoboken, was whirling with new sites and interesting individuals. We all seemed to have a little niche and got along wonderfully together. Sometimes when girls go out together there can be a cattiness in the air, but our little five-some worked perfectly like a well oiled party machine. Michele, the journalist of the group, found some interesting boys to have various conversation with. Kim bounced around giving high fives and flirting with all the hotties. I started dancing the moment I entered the club. And Andi bounced in between all of us corralling and joining in all our crazy antics.

My one problem of the night?

I have decided no more letting a guy dance behind me. A guy asks you to dance, a few minutes later he spins you around and it never fails, he wants to dance behind you. Well, I have no idea what you're doing back there. I would assume you are dancing, since we're in a club and that would be what I'm doing. Yet, it never fails, when the pictures are shown (like the one to the right) I always find out they were doing a little more then just dancing. What exactly was this guy doing? Reclining against the wall and shoving his crotch in my butt? Granted I may have had a few to many Red Headed Sluts by this point, which might have been why I didn't notice the vulgar molestation being performed behind me, but come on. What are you doing? Next guy that does this is going to suffer for every guy before him. Rabid hamster right down the pants, that's right, rabid hamster is the new self defense weapon in Japan. It's a hamster and he's rabid! Think Cujo but tiny and in your pants!

So, eventually, we closed the club and had to leave. Unfortunately, as we walked to Leanne's house the sky decided to open up and pour buckets of rain all over us.The streets were tiny rivers and there was only one option we saw possible. When mother nature decides to pee on you, all you can do is dance in the love!