I hear sirens in Berkeley almost at least once a day. And some people are afraid of being in an earthquake here more than anything.

Yesterday night, Boris imed me asking me to go to Blakes for…\”dancing\”. Of course, I can\’t say no to someone like Boris. And lately I have been thinking how this is going to be my last year in Berkeley and I have yet to try the Berkeley nightlife. Well, I\’ll just say now that the Berkeley nightlife isn\’t for me.

So around 11:40 pm, I was standing on the corner of Telegraph and Channing waiting for Boris to show. There was a \”couple\” who kept telling me that they were married and it was oh-so great. Then a couple groups of obviously drunk people. When he finally showed me, we stood in line. If it wasn\’t for my white camisole, I don\’t think I would have fit in with all these preppy clubbing-type makeup-all-over twenty somethings. To my shock and dismay, we found out that there was a cover charge of $5. I reluctantly paid it while they checked my id. (yeah, the powers of being 21)

Boring music. We stayed there for an hour and only one good song was played on. Sweaty people kept (accidentally) bumping into me. Ew. What\’s more, the \”couples\” kept grinding and humping into me. I don\’t want to be knocked over!

So after seeing a former high school \”friend\” who I think didn\’t recognize me…but gave me a pseudo-hug anyway and after having to breathe the strong perfume of some twentysomethings, we left.

Five dollars wasted.

In other BIG news, Naim has decided to unblock me!