Clubbin' It

Last month we ventured into the City once again for LawerGirl's birthday (yes, I'm behind on my posts, I know). And, as before, several lessons were learned by the end of the night and I thought I should share...

Lesson 1. Be prepared to pay the cover even if the club's party-planner does say he's got it all taken care of. Club party-planners are not to be trusted.

Lesson 2. A coat check is not only for coats, but luggage too. Which is very convenient if you don't want to be haulin your overnight bag around da club (which is detrimental to a girl's game).

Lesson 3. If a lovely gent buys you a rose from that sketch dude walkin around tryin to make a buck, appreciate the thought and don't even try to preserve it. That rose is not makin it out of da club alive for you to scrapbook. Let it go.

Lesson 4. Having a dispute in da club? Don't take it outside, take to the floor... the dance floor. A dance off is the only respectful way to settle it. And please, respect all that IS the dance off... if you lose, take it like a woman.

Lesson 5. Ladies - tired of dodging puddles of unknown scuz in the bathroom of da club, while holding your pant legs up as you hover over the seat? Problem solved: just roll up the bottom of the pant legs! Why did it take 27 years for me to learn this???

Lesson 6. When hitting McD's on your way home from da club, don't expect to be able to just walk into the restroom. You ain't in the burbs no more! That shnizzle requires a token from the cashier.

Lesson 7. Drunk dialing friends and family members is the BEST! Unfortunately, yes, it can be a bit unsatisfying if no one is home (or they're just punting you to the voicemail). But keep trying! Maybe by call #23 you'll get someone and that'll make it all worth while.