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bliumchikPurple Sneakers was your typical uni club scene. Alcohol, dancing, deafening music volume. The difference here was somewhat better quality music than most dance clubs, and free acrylic face paint which was supposed to glow in the dance lights but really didn't. It was still fun to play with, though!
What happened to you?
A really bad clown break-up.
Anyway, aside from the childish fun of telling people I punched a clown and peeling paint off my hands (it's like sunburn without the pain! Win-win!) it was just a regular clubbing experience, and enough to cement my disillusionment with the whole clubbing scene we were promised. I'm not all that interested in rubbing up against randoms on the dance floor, so my whole reason for being there is essentially to see a few friends who I can't really talk to anyway because the music is too loud. Give me a house party with pizza, vodka and negotiable music volume any day.
In more sobering news, please read this.
What happened to you?
A really bad clown break-up.
Anyway, aside from the childish fun of telling people I punched a clown and peeling paint off my hands (it's like sunburn without the pain! Win-win!) it was just a regular clubbing experience, and enough to cement my disillusionment with the whole clubbing scene we were promised. I'm not all that interested in rubbing up against randoms on the dance floor, so my whole reason for being there is essentially to see a few friends who I can't really talk to anyway because the music is too loud. Give me a house party with pizza, vodka and negotiable music volume any day.
In more sobering news, please read this.
