The nightclub is marketed as the best place where you could relieve some of the stress that comes with the adulting package, but it does exactly opposite that. If this post is anything to go by, it’s a weird way to have fun.
When you get to the club and meet the bouncers at the entrance
Oh, the police are here too. Nothing good comes out of a place where there are people in uniform.
When the bouncers won’t let you go in until you give them something
As I said, people in uniform are the worst.
When you finally enter and the first things that greet you are the darkness and the heat
Why is everywhere so dark, and why am I sweating already? Is this hell?
Then you realise how hard it is to push through the hordes of people
Why are there so many people here?
You, when you find out that your friends have deserted you
Look at the betrayal.
When you ask for a drink and find out you have to pay triple the usual price
How am I supposed to have fun when I’m being robbed.
You, screaming out your lungs to have a conversation with someone
But why is everything so loud.
When you think the music couldn’t be louder but the DJ was just getting started
Are you trying to make me lose hearing in one ear or both?
You, struggling to stay awake
To think that I have a comfortable bed at home.
The struggle of finding a cab to take you home when the party is over
Nothing says ghetto better than finding a ride home at 3 AM.
The splitting headache that rouses you from sleep the next morning
Ah, the nightmare is not over?
When you check your banking app and see red everywhere