When trying to cram six-months worth of fun into two nights, always be aware that you may come out with some bruises.
The last time I partied in Seattle was about six months ago. We went to the Baltic Room and there were a ton of Wazzu grads there, making it feet like home.
A long overdue trip to the west side was in order and my friends were determined to stay up all night and party like rockstars.
After sending E-mails back 'n forth for weeks, we decided on club Venom in Belltown for Saturday night. A club promoting friend got us VIP, so we quickly skipped the lines and said "nu-uh" to cover charges.
Glammed up to the max, my friends and I repeatedly made our way from the bar to the dance floor, taking shot after shot. I decided a long time ago that holding a drink while you dance only ends in disaster and probably with some girl trying to pick a fight with you because you spilled on her dress. Ironically, if you spill on a guy, they offer to buy you another one.
I also learned that it's fairly easy to get onto the go-go dancer's platform.
While dancing away, I realized my friends were all still on the dance floor below. Suddenly, this girl in a short white dress came up and started grinding all over the place. I looked at the girl... then at my friends... Aww snap, it was a dance off!
I'd like to think that I won since I didn't show my underwear like the girl next to me did. In case you were wondering, hers was bright blue. Her friends eventually pulled her off the stage to prevent further drunken embarrassment.
It wasn't until later that I realized I knew the poor girl and we had met two years ago. Luckily, I don't think she was sober enough to remember me.
If you're ever club-hopping in Seattle, the best way to end the night is at Honey Court or Purple Dot in the International district. They're open late and offer the tastiest Chinese food at lightening speed.
Even though Seattle is bigger than the Tri-Cities, it is like a snow globe. The diverse city shakes things up and causes you to run into somebody you haven't seen in forever.
After falling asleep at five in the morning, you know you're going to be feeling messed up the next day. We all laid there, clutching our stomachs and heads, hoping the spinning would stop.
It wasn't until I had driven home and changed into bed clothes that I discovered two cuts on my elbow and knee. On my other knee, there was this gigantic bruise. I quickly tried to sort through my inebriated thoughts for any clues as to where I could have gained these injuries. I know I didn't fall down or stumble into a wall. Did I get into a fight?
While I'm proud of my battle scars, the mystery still eludes me.