- Sep 30, 2016
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My clubbing days are <<drags out pair of large binos to check>> rapidly approaching the realm of my social hinterland. I mean, if the clubbed denizens served a nice bergamot extraction, and if the bouncers let me bring a book or two inside, and if they offered up some grape jello, I might be coerced...
At least you had clubbing days. In my youth, I didn't go out clubbing. Last thing anyone would have wanted to see was an overweight 20-something in one of those places
(Unless you count the Pal as clubbing, in which case I went there once because of a friend, kind of a disaster)