Last night, Nicole and I painted the town. Roommate Hottie Night was a blast! We got all dolled up (We looked really cute. We took lots of pictures of ourselves at various spots downtown. Pics will be posted soon.) and headed south.

I grew up on the northwest side of Indy, so I've spent my fair share of time downtown, meandering around on weekends, but I have never, EVER experienced it like it was last night. Craziness! I think half of the teenage/early college-age population of Indianapolis decided to spend a night on the town the same night that Cole and I did. It was packed! The guys were all pimped out and the ladies were definitely dressed to impress. I love to people-watch, so it was enjoyable to watch other people as we walked past.

Speaking of, I've never been hit on as many times as I was last night. You'd think that the people who talked to us had never seen blonde-haired white chicks before. I'm glad that I was with Nicole, though, because neither one of us are offended by that. We just giggled and kept walking, not giving the time of day to anyone except each other. One guy, though, did grab my arm and when I walked past. I just smiled at him and kept walking, he said, "Why you gotta play like that, woman? Come on!"

Talk about an ego boost.

Was that wrong of me? Should I have shot him with pepper spray? I think not.

Don't get me wrong, we definitely weren't out there trying to get people to look at us. Not at all. We weren't trying to be flirty and ostentatious. And we didn't dress up in hopes of attracting lots of attention, we just wanted to have a good time together. So we did, and it was so much fun!

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I just re-read all of what I wrote and I think this entry makes me out to be a tramp. Crap. Ahh!! So please, my ever-loyal readers, don't think less of me.