Tag: clubbing



It’s Friday afternoon. This time last week I was rushing home to get ready for a night out. The annual goth prom at my old watering hole came around again and I wanted to attend. I rarely go to clubs anymore; perhaps once or twice a year. Drinking buddies stopped texting and messaging once I…



I’m playing the Friday night game. The one that usually starts weeks in advance when I click “interested” on a Facebook invitation page for an event, often times hosted at the old spooky club. I tell myself “Okay, this is the one. You are going to drag your weird, quiet, anti-social ass out of the…