Three times a week, every week
That's when we'd go out dancing. Our favourite club was always so full of people we knew it was like a house party with a cover and a proper sound system. The best bit? Free pints until midnight and (decent quality) well drinks for next to nothing all night long. If it was the doorman who fancied me I'd get in for free, and the pretty bartender often handed me a double when I'd only paid for a single. The only disaster I can recall was when I slipped on a spilled drink and re-injured my recently healed knee, but even that ended in free drinks and the attention of a rather good-looking fellow I knew. It was brilliant at the time, but there's no way I'd have the energy for it nowadays.
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 19:02, Reply)