It feels almost obligatory, and in fact it is. The only reason we'd drag our derriere out of Doc's party to a reputably skanky club was because hot was the official magazine for this Party Girl Search. Friends know that I am never one to party at a club. I would go for the occasional clubbing when its for a person's farewell, or some other occasion that is seemingly significant. Don't get me wrong, I am not against clubbing, neither do I hold a discriminatory perception to party goers. To me, it's just a lifestyle choice, some people like the music, dancing and the crowd; others may like the quiet, slow walk, and open air. It's all a matter of preference, and I happen to prefer the later.
Imagine when Inez asked me to go with her, she held onto my right wrist, and I said ok. Seconds later, she drew me close and told me in a hush tone why she didn't want to go alone- the place is skanky. Gaaaahhh... I pull back from her like a bad allergic reaction, but she held fast to my wrist. Imagine this posture- right wrist caught, both knees bent towards her, and my derriere leaning back to 'push' myself away from her.
Yeah, I never did get away, so I am going later. At least I can be assured that no matter how bad it turns out to be, Inez is not one to leave me standing alone in a club or anywhere for that matter. It would be alright. :)
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