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So I went to an 80s club last night…

…and I’m glad that I went. I wasn’t going to go at first, but something told me that I had to go and I decided that I must. Even if I had a seizure earlier in the week, I wanted to do something the other night because I recently got my permit to drive, so I needed a cherry on top of that awesome day.

So I went to Club Rock It in Pomona and I fucking danced the night away! Seriously, why are people so afraid to dance? I got there and it was fucking dead. Finally me and my friend Andrew started dancing and in the immortal words of Billy Idol, “Well there’s nothing to lose and there’s nothing to prove, I’ll be dancing with myself.” Which is exactly what I did.

The dance floor was free for me to be crazy and into three songs there were finally people dancing all around me. Then there were more people…and more people… Still, it was fun. And oh man! You should have seen the ladies there. There was this one girl there with this beautiful big butt, I should have told her that I loved her. Nevertheless, I should have asked someone to dance with me-I was very lonerish when it comes to dancing last night. Why am I such a little bitch when it comes to talking to girls?

Anyway, it was a great night, my neck still hurts from all the headbanging (that’s how I dance, I move my neck a lot) and I still have a photographic memory of all the cute chubby girls who were there-so I’m feeling pretty awesome about it. I also got a free New Order t-shirt. Now all I have to do is lose some weight to fit into it, thank you Club Rock It for making me both joyous and want to lose weight to fit in to a New Order t-shirt.

The only problem that I have with the night is that we left before the DJ played Boys Don’t Cry and Dancing With Myself. Yes, even though I mentioned the song earlier, there was no Billy Idol playing. (There was a screen playing a bunch of different things, including the video for Dancing With Myself, but they never actually played the music.) I mean, how can you do that? Oh yeah, and they played Rock en Espanol-I didn’t really dig it, but there were people still dancing so I guess they have that niche. 

So yeah, 80s clubs fucking rule.