Cliche Pun on Book Title

eat. drink. be merry.

So, my first clubbing experience went well. We got in for free with our Emory Card as promised, although I heard the guys had to pay. Drinks were expensive, as expected. The music was good and I danced hard. I ended up getting so hot, I was literally dripping sweat. My hair was entirely wet. This is kind of gross sounding, but It definitely was not just me. So, I decided clubs are kind of like gyms, but with alcohol. I definitely got a good workout, got sweaty, everyone’s checking each other out, skimpy clothes…so, yeah.

Posted at 11:06am.

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