Hate: Going to clubs. I have already expressed my distaste of some of those dancing at clubs, however I did not go into detail about the venue in itself. What is the appeal of going to a dance club? Reason for hatred number one, they are always WAY too crowded, and from the contents of this blog you can estimate that I hate approximately 98% of people there. I do not enjoy surrounding myself with people I despise, and that is one surefire way to do it. Reason two, it is too effing hot up in that piece. Sweating profusely is not something I like, I might even go so far as to say I hate it. Why bother dressing up to go to a hot ass, dark club, when by the time you leave and anyone can actually see you, you look like a sweaty, hot mess? Reason three, in order to attend said club, because sometimes I am pretty much forced into going or else I will be sitting at home alone knitting, I have to be EXTREMELY drunk, or else I will surely get in a fight with one of the MANY people I hate. There's nothing wrong with being extremely drunk and dancing, but it's almost impossible to get a drink, AND you have to squeeze up next to the worst of the worst kinds of people there, AND the drinks are dumb expensive. Do they not realize that I need to stay drunk or else I can't force myself to stay at their dumb club? Reason four, guys that attend clubs are the worst. They are never cute or charming or smart or have any game or rhythm. Get. Away. From. Me.
I wouldn't say that those are the only reasons for not attending a club, but I'd say those are some good ones and I'll leave it at that.
Love: My favorite vacation spot, Onekama, MI. Now I don't want anyone to go stealing it on me, because I don't want it to be contaminated with tourists, although it kind of needs it. It is the best place for the summer. Perfect weather, a non crowded beach with no salt or sharks, boating, wave running, drive in movies, cherry picking, dune climbing, copious drinking, lack of police force, overall debauchery, and the coolest kids you know...my fam. Get ready to be jealous.
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| Yep, that's for beer pong on the lake. |
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| My beach, where you won't get eaten by a shark. |
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| Game promoting daytime drinking, check. |
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| Aw, my lake. |
Ya burnt,
theGrump
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