Where is she now...: Isn't it ironic?

Location: Apt. Dining Room Table
Weather: A windy 76
Time: 10:47

Sooo in my attempt to forget to forget that I'm too busy to go out and went out I had a blast SORT OF.

Night started off us (roomie and I) trying to find this little hole in the wall bar called The Room. After 5 phone calls and 3 failed attempts to find this Room. One attempt failed because my roomie asked for The Doors which a bouncer kindly replied thats a band THEN asking for The Door which didn't work either since the door we were looking for was for The Room that at that moment in time did not exist. When we finally found the room it was HOT and more HOT with no place to sit. After hanging out for an hour or so and having cherry beer YUM we left to go and find another place that wasn't soo hot. We passed the club we had asked a bouncer where The Room was located and immediatley got stopped by a Frank who asked if we were locals and not believing us said just to tell "them" we were and that we had been invited by Frank. Cool! Free entrance is all I need to hear. Yet we didn't realize how annoying it would be when they cornered us and kept harping where our proof of residence was. After my mumblings of "in an international city like Miami NO ONE is going to have a state ID much less carry a bill with them everywhere to prove their residency." SO one of the girls in our group Amber (there was 5 of us) was chosen as the leader of our ring and was given a pop quiz. I hadn't realized we were in high school and that we were trying to break in to the popular club's secret location.

After we finally got in, we danced the night away and had a blast. As the night was winding down there was a crazy little tourist group dancing very crazy. I pinpointed a particular old german tourist wearing plaid pants and proceeded to tell the leader in our group that he was dancing really funny. We laughed and went about our business to dance the night away. Some guys sitting next to us pulled the ring leader over and told her Bill Murray was in the area. Her and I jumped to find out where Mr. Murray was. I slyly tried to dance close to the private area to catch a glimpse but saw only drunk young people. Oh well. Ms. Ring Leader came over to me and said wow I can't believe he's here. Tell me, tell me where he is I said. Sure enough to my irony he was dancing right in front of us wearing plaid pants. The ring leader and I shimmed our way in front of him and danced not believing this was Bill Murray himself. He took a good liking to the ring leader and even pinched her ass. I pulled her away asking if she was ok and crazy dancer Bill Murray yells to me "I think your friend loves me." He then grabbed her and spun her around to his hearts content. The rest of the girls in our group came over and then he proceeded to pick my roommate and the ring leader up. Awesome! I hurried over to text my lobster that I had just danced with Bill Murray. We were then kicked out of this room to the another room and decided we had had enough.

I checked to see if my lobster had text me back and to my shock and awe there was no phone but everything else was there. So I lost my phone because I called Bill Murray an old german tourist. I guess those two things cancel each other out right?? Ok below are pics of our walk over to the club. Sorry no pics of Bill as his bodyguard told me NO pics ma'am.

Going out but not last night