Last night, I went to a night club for the last time. I've said that before, many times over the past 20 years, but this time I really mean it. $10 to park your car, $20 to walk through the door, $10 for a drink, even $5 for a bottle of water... what's the point?
Every girl in a nightclub is young enough to be my daughter. They are all there with their friends. Everyone knows everyone. The last thing any 22-year-old girl wants is for some 43-year-old guy to come over and start talking to her when she is trying to hang out with her friends.
What the hell am I doing in a dance club, anyway? I don't even like dancing! And the music is so loud, you can't evn talk to anyone. I'll stick to bars from now on, thank you very much.
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