A Dancing Fail

It's 10pm on a Saturday night and Corinna and I had talked about going dancing. On a whim Barrett, Corinna, Katie and I scrambled to get ready, throwing on some heels and nice shirts and left the house heading towards The Mission and to several dance clubs that were rumored to be 18 and over, since we aren't 21. We got on the 22 bus at Fillmore and were followed on by a musical group dressed in what seemed to be 1920's goth punk rocker style (didn't even think that was possible. It was). It made for an interesting bus ride as one man with black sequined pants and black chaps accidentally sat in vomit that was on one of bus seats and then began screaming about his leather chaps getting dirty.
We arrived at our destination only to discover it was 21 and over. We began walking to our backup plan, but at the address we had for it, was nothing but a closed down building. Somehow we had ended up in what seemed to be the industrial section of the Mission District, where there was nothing going on and no one around except what looked like a rave going on in a boarded up building...pretty sketchy.
By this time our feet were hurting, but we decided to try the third address, which also didn't work out. The doormen were really nice about it and probably would have let us in if we had asked them to put an "X" on our hands, since we weren't interested in drinking anyway. Oh well...
We began walking back, but across a deserted lot we saw some lights outside a building and heard music. On a whim we decided to check it out. The four of us walk up to the doorman and asked if we had to be 21. He smiled and just goes "Go on in." We tentatively walked through the door and found ourselves in a room lit with red-heart shaped lights and heart confetti and heart-shaped deserts on the tables. We were very out of place-everyone there was at least 35 or older and all in couples. One man walked over to us and said in an Australian accent, "Hello, ladies. Come on in. There are drinks and deserts over there. Help yourself and make yourself at home." We had accidentally crashed a corporate valentines day party. We awkwardly walked around the room, trying to sneak out when no one was looking. That would happen to us...
By this time it was close to 1:30am, freezing and our feet were blistered and aching. We decided to call it a night and head home after being turned down by two more places haha.
We waited for the 22 and took it back to Hayes, where we tried to catch the 21 home, but the later it is, the less frequent the buses come and the next one wasn't coming for another 45 mins. We decided to walk it and after getting 1.5 blocks down, Corinna, Barrett and I couldn't take the pain of each step and took off our shoes. The ground was so cold, we desired to touch it as little as possible with our bare feet and ended up running 6 blocks back to the house. What an eventful night haha.