In Da Club

Last night I went clubbing for the first time. It being Friday with nothing to do. Why not? The first obstacle was getting dressed. It took my friends and I at least an hour and a half. I think getting primped was the most fun. Then we bumped our way down to Cashville. While walking down to the club one of our girls started talking to these random guys and it was creepy. Rule number 1: Don't tell strangers your real name and where you are actually from? That should stay confidential until you are interested. We didn't even need his money because it was free, so we scurried away from them when we got inside. I had to pay $6 dollars to take of my coat and cardigan. It should have been $3 but the lady peeled them apart and called it two. I felt ripped off for a while, but shook it off. Then we met this random guy who was pretty much a connoisseur of the night life there. It was crowded and there were some shadies and some skankies there. We were on the dance floor for a bit and this random 40 year old Indian guy was standing on it, not even swaying. and well staring at girls dance. it was creepy. I danced with this guy named George most of the time. He was gorgeous, but didn't have very much of a personality. I'm not a shallow person. I care about inside as much as the outside. He also complained about these guys butchering a Shaggy song and got pissed about it. Who listens to Shaggy?
It was crowded and felt like a cesspool of bacteria and STDs. Was not my scene at all. I'm not interested in going clubbing much more at all.