A few years ago, I was at the end of a miserable, long-term relationship. I felt lonely in the relationship and it felt like I was the only one fighting to make it work. We were living together but he just wasn’t coming home anymore and stopped answering my calls.
When I finally decided to get over it and break up with him whenever he decided to come home, I went out of town with the girls. We had a group of friends in the next major city so we hit them up and drove a few hours over.
We met at Kelly’s place, got ready and started drinking. When the other girls got there, we took a shot and left the condo. We were pretty drunk walking around downtown.
We got into the club (I don’t remember what club or if I even gave them my ID) and claimed a table. My friends got a couple of random guys to get us another round of shots and we all dispersed, dancing in all corners of the club in duos.