Hey girl, just tell your friends you don’t like nightclubs
I cannot tell you how many mind-numbingly loud, smoky, dance floors you will be dragged across, but it will be a lot. There will be $20 vodka crans, men with frosted tip hair and Ed Hardy clothing. My.. God..the Ed Hardy. This isn’t your scene and you should just simply tell your friends that.
You’ll smile for pictures and dance but you’re faking it. You will witness a woman wearing Ann Taylor pantsuit hump the face of her companion so hard she breaks his nose on stage at Opera Nightclub, and that will still not be the end of your night. Finally, no, those girls you met while waiting in the bathroom line are not your new best friends. Go home, old soul.