Ya know, it had been a while since I had been to a club until I went to one last Friday nite in California to meet up with the bachelorette party my wife was with. The bouncers gave us shit, the drinks were far too expensive, the music was deafening, the two broads "professionally" dancing on the speakers looked like mini versions of Christina Aguilara, and guys kept staring at my wife and trying to get up next to her even with me right beside her, obviously dancing with her. I almost had to punch one of the stupid fucks.