Club Mix

Remind me not to go clubbing again. I allowed myself to be convinced, and I decided it was an experience I needed to have.

So I borrowed a shirt, stood in line, and was finally admitted (simply because we were a large group of girls, which Club Mix is chronically short of). It really only consisted of loud bad music, guys ogling girls, and people drinking. I had a good time visiting once, but I don't feel the need to go again.


I found the whole experience mildly creepy.

Why do I always look like a hobbit and Sam always looks like a creeper?