Have you ever gotten fresh with a bouncer?

Ohh you know I have. I got kicked out of a bar on my 21st birthday (imagine that!), and apparently got super duper fresh with the bouncer and told him to "get a life...and a job!" Well well, look who needs the JOB now!

We had fun bar hopping last night, but when we got to the last place, the bouncer was not having it. He made us wait outside in the freezing cold, which was pretty unbearable, so we started asking why the hell he wasn't letting us in and um, yeah...everything went downhill from there. It was weird. He said he'd let one of us in so that we could see just how awesome the club was, but then he still wasn't letting us in. I mean, I'm sure he would have eventually if we had kept our mouths shut, but people get drunk and stay stupid shit sometimes...whattaya gonna do? It was actually a blessing because I needed to go home anyways. Note to self: Stop getting drunk on Thursdays! An.y.way...

TGIF, y'all! Is it Christmas yet? Lord, I desperately need a break from the city. Tell me: Have you ever gotten fresh with a bouncer? What went down? Photo Shoot Friday will be up later this afternoon, so check back in!

Poppin' Bottles with Models

I don't remember the last time I went clubbing in New York, but we hit up a few clubs in Columbus to celebrate our birthday. I'm not really down with that scene—especially when the DJ is playing nonstop techno or is ruining every good song by spinning it into a funky fresh remix—but, we had a good time. 

Here we are, the Triple Threat, giving a shot at our best club pose. Foster's is the best, but that's only 'cause he's had the most practice. ;)

This poor girl was wiggedy wasted, y'all. Tore up from tha floor up. It was only about 11pm, and she kept falling over and trying to take a nap right in the middle of the club. Damn.

And of course, there were plenty of tricked out hoes on the scene. It's kind of a shame because a lot of them were pretty, but it's hard to see under a pound of makeup. Our group definitely stood out. I was surprised when a guy approached me and asked for my number. In a panic, I gave him Liza's—whoopsie! Sorry, Lize!

All in all, it was a fun night. Sometimes it's good to step out of your box a little, although I'll be perfectly happy if I don't make it back into a club until next Thanksgiving. What's your going out style: Clubs or bars?