I GOT DENIED AT THE CLUB MORNING DEBRIEF

Last night Bella had to Uber me to the club. Last night me and the girls went to Club 11 in Miami. If you don't know what Club 11 is, it's a club. And my roommate Bella didn't come with me because she was living post-grad and she was lazy. But honestly, thank god she didn't because if it weren't for her, I would have gone into the club. But last night, I went to my friend's house for pre-game. It was really fun, really cute. I actually took some really cute pictures. Instagram post coming Sunday night, stay tuned. At around 1 AM, we left and headed to the club. And because it's the first Thursday night, like back at school, it was actually packed. Like the line was fucking insane. So me and my girls, we get in line, we have our tickets, we're waiting, we're waiting, whatever. We get to the front, actually, we didn't even make it to the front of the line. This other security guard who was like outside of the line, like kind of just watching over everything, like looked at me and we make eye contact and he's like, 'What are you doing?' I'm like, 'Huh? What? It's hot.' And he was like, 'No cutoffs, no tank tops, no swimwear.' And I was like, 'Bitch, are you serious right now?' So I was like, 'What do you mean no tank tops?' And he was like, 'No tank tops, no flip flops, no swimwear.' And I was like, 'Are you fucking kidding me?' My tank top was really cute, like it wasn't like a normal tank top. It was like, I don't know, I thought it was cute. So I was like, 'What do you mean no tank tops?' And he was like, 'Look at the sign.' There was a sign right above my head that said, 'No tank tops, no flip flops, no swimwear.' And I was like, 'Are you fucking kidding me?' My friend Lyla was like, 'But he's gay.' And the bouncer was like, 'I don't give a fuck.' So I was like, 'Oh.' My popcorn just spilled in my shoe, bitch. My foot felt the rush. My foot was tingling. My sock was soaked. Bitch, I was a mess. So after I take my popcorn out of my shoe and throw it away, me and my friends, we get to the front of the line. We finally get inside. And bitch, the rest was history. The rest of the night was honestly good. I got home at like 4, 5 in the morning. I showered. Bitch, I am on a roll. I have gone out the past five nights in a row now. And I've showered every single time. Can you say that? No. But overall, was my night worth it? Besides me almost not getting in because of a tank top and my popcorn spilling in my shoe? Yes. I got some good ass photos. I turned the fuck up. Saw some trends. And texted the man that doesn't want me. That was a success.