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yea i am from the yay.

planet of the apes, planet of the grapes.

 

I enjoy my friends more when I can hear what they're saying, when I don't have to fight my wife's ex, and when I don't have to drive 10 drunk people home.

Granted, I used to love the clubs. For a few months after college I was spending 4-5 nights a week at a club and about $50-$100 each of those nights. But, that was before I got married. I now realize that the only reason I did this was for the sake of a nasty little 5 letter word....P-U-S-S-Y!

 

 

When I was younger I used to go out clubbing around the San Francisco area, usually with a one to four buddies. It was a very social activity. We'd BS and rib each other about how we were doing on the night. Dancing is a sexually charged ritual, pleasurable in itself. Some daytime dates ensued.

Much of it depended on where we went. I agree that there's not much attraction to hanging out in the common backwater clubs. But the upscale or hippest locations (SOMA, South of Market, in SF back then) were always a blast. Personally, I was making good money as a young professional so I liked the places with the highest cover charges and most expensive drinks. I met some of the most interesting women, like that cute French diplomat I met in the bar at the top of that hotel or that lumber yard heiress...

 

If you do, he'll be posting it on every other thread.

Consider yourself warned.

 

hahahah hey Spa girl, PM me a pic too!

 

Agree. This is how I see it in Dallas, it's not so prevalent in the other states I've lived in (CA, WA).

First and foremost, the music almost immediately puts me in a bad mood. It's what they're playing AND the volume in which they're playing it. Sorry, top forty dance hits don't do it for me. Then you've got a cookie-cutter group of genuinely ugly girls who try to hide it with WAY too much makeup and an orange tan. Add to that a bunch of horny, drunk, testosterone-inebriated guys looking for trouble who are either wearing:

A: An untucked, striped long-sleeved button-up shirt, greased hair, way too much Emporio Armani cologne, crisp blue jeans, black square-front "dress" shoes and a stupid drunk smile

B: A tucked in long-sleeved button-up shirt, greased hair, way too much Emporio Armani cologne, crisp blue jeans, black square-front "dress" shoes and a stupid drunk smile

...mind you, neither of these "outfits" would ever be worn outside of the club, which is also annoying because you've actually got a "club outfit".

Everyone is crammed into the club so tightly that you can't take anymore than two steps without having to dodge some drunk jackass who can't wait for you bump into him so he say "What the %&#, dude? YOu got a *%#@) problem?" After you fight your way to the bar, it's another five minutes before you're given the opportunity to pay $10 for your two beers. Maybe it's because I'm more into the "girl next door" type, but when I'm there, the last thing I'm thinking is that I want to make an attempt at a conversation with someone.

I could go on and on but I'll take a small dive, a few friends and a table and be perfectly happy.

 

Im 26, and grew out of clubbing at 21. I used to work with all the big clubs in NYC. They are nothing but skanks and juiceheads drugged up. Nothing but trash. High end lounges is how I spend my time if I want to go out with a girl or pick one up. The skanks you get at a club aren't even good for that one thing. Bacteria infested sluts. I may be old fashioned, but some of these idiots are going to get a big shock when life comes at them. Gotta love the morons who pay $300+ for a $22 bottle of Grey Goose so they can impress some girl.

 

LOL!!! I know hahahaha i definetly wont be giving him a picture of my @$$ that's for sure.. every thread i see here it's CUnits @$$ everywhere!