There's one reason why we are all here: Partying seems to be a trait we had indulged in once we turned 18 and thought we were all 'Adults'. Well, here we are!!!! Ready to par-tay!! The girls are all dressed in the silky black dress with the 6 inch heels that put blisters on their feet, ready to dance the stress away with their girlfriends. On the other side of the door are the guys, or should I say 'men', that are ready with the slacks, the $20 touch ups, and a mind full of sentences that just might get the girls to throw their panties at them. Seems like everyone is ready. So, where do you go? Ladies & Gentlemen...this is where Anonymous Envy steps in and saves the day.

Partying is like a part of my identity. Can't get rid of it, but I can embrace it. Embrace the fact that I am a party goin' chic, who loves the nightlife, probably much more then the next girl. Don't you love getting out of a hard day's work, where your boss has been practically up your ass about the paper work you didn't fax at exactly 2:57, or how about when Bob stole your half eaten bologna sandwhich and left the wrapper on your desk on purpose. Once 6:00 hits, your out the door and into the shower. You get out your 'Good' clothes, and get dressed slowly, looking 7 billion times in the mirror to see if the your hair looks right. Once you've eaten 10 Altoids, your out the door and onto the line at the club. Ready for a night to just relax and to have some fun. Don't you all feel like this? I sure do. Every weekend, I'm out and about. Count on it to find me at the hottest club or event, mingling with different people, even the bad dancers who run around, rapping to the tune of Sexy Back. Also, I can't begin to count how many times I have encountered people who love clubbing, but never actually done it before? How does that work? Have no idea. Not the slightest one. So, I decided on this: since I am a pyscho chick who parties way to much with her high school BFF, then why not I share advice on the hottest spots, whats going down during the weekends, and where not to go unless you want to see akward girls dancing with the walls and their moms right next to them, getting drunk and hitting on the bouncer.

Watch out for the next blog from AnOyMouS EnVy coming soon!!: Webster Hall