
Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
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And as I get older, my tolerance for alcohol increases - so as it stands, for the prospect of entering a club to appear attractive I'd need to drink roughly enough to make a horse paralytic.
Besides, what's the point? Unless you're completely Jan'd, all you're doing is paying through the nose for sub-par drinks and flailing around like a fat spastic in a big crowd of sweaty bouncing idiots in a mystical quest to get your end away with some other moron, all the while desperately trying to convince yourself that the whole experience is in any way fun. And it's so loud you can't even talk to anyone without screaming words of one syllable only, thus nixing the social element. Get me the next ticket in, I can't wait!
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 20:59, 2 replies)

given up going to clubs unless they're playing music I like... it's much better that way - more likely to have people you're guna like around you too :)
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 21:45, closed)
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