So I recently concluded that I am not a club-going person. I always thought this was the case but I also second guessed it because I thought if booze was added to the equation then the outcome would be completely different. The outcome is not completely different, it's not even a little different. Marissa and I went to El Cid last week and it was the weirdest experience of my life. To further examine this, we hung out with the same people at a quieter different location the next night. I had a complete blast hanging out playing moose and sitting around with good people. I was a lot more talkative and had more smiles on my face.
Whoever says that staying in is not fun is wrong.
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