May. 12th, 2010

hector_rashbaum: justin bieber, spitting (bieber)
So my friends and I go out every Friday night to a club that's in walking distance of one friend's house (no need for a DD = yessss). It's generally a good time, with the occasional notable exception, and it tends to be really good for my social anxiety (there was a time I needed at least one drink to get over being in a crowd like that; now I'll climb up on the stage and dance stone-cold sober) and self-esteem. Basically, I look forward to it all week.

But there's a problem with this tiny little club with its somewhat reasonably-priced drinks and population of creepy townies. A huge problem.

The DJ will not play me Justin Bieber. I had high hopes for Eenie Meenie, since he's totally fine playing Sean Kingston and Eenie Meenie is in no way less danceable than that one about the shorty fire burning on the dance floor, but no. And it breaks my little heart, totally. This song is one of my summer jamz, and totally impossible to sit still listening to.

With me you're winning, girl, you don't have to roll the dice.

Eenie Meenie - Justin Bieber & Sean Kingston