Highlands. Crazy. It's funny how LA works sometimes. It's such a necessity to be on the guest list or the VIP list to get into these high-trafficked, posh clubs, yet even if you are on one you'll still be standing around waiting for an hour with the rest of the crowd. Had a really good time dancing with my girls and meeting Jenn's cousins and some of Stacy's ex-boyfriend's friends. Played a little game with Ian where we picked people for the other to mack on (obviously he picked guys for me and I picked girls for him)... I happened to have to hit on this guy who recognized me from over at the bar earlier because of my butt... now that's a new one. He was from Miami. What's with all these Florida guys all of a sudden? Didn't dance with him much though. Ended up meeting the assistant vice president of GE capital commercial equipment financing because he was wearing the same striped shirt as 4 other guys on the dance floor... it must've been the after-Christmas sale at J. Crew. Overall, Highlands gets a thumbs up from me but only if you actually get there early enough to not have to wait in the huge crowd. Well-mixed crowd. No one too incredibly shady. Huge dance floor so there was plenty of room most of the evening. Oh! And I got to see this one girl lunge at and punch another- think Lilo & Stitch, but with hooched-out women instead of little hawaiian girls. Ok, ears are starting to ring a little less. Time for bed. Peace.