Spent the evening with friends and went downtown to an 18 and up club. Did I mention I’m 26 and not a ‘clubbin’ type of gal…?

A close friend’s sister (19) was returning to california the next day so it was necessary.

The dance floor was smoky, the girls- slutty, and the male crowd was sketchy, typical I’d say. Two fights broke out in the hour we were there.

I tried dancing- not into it
I tried sitting- and got asked to dance by some rather fit fellow who tapped my arm to get my attention. I quickly looked at him winced and shoot my head saying ‘no no nah no’ and he was gone.

Oh yes the bathroom…
Beyond the dance floor there’s a set of stairs to the second floor- bingo women’s restroom with and arrow. I followed the signs.. upon entrance 4 sinks filthy of course and 8 bright orange stalls, each screaming for a custodial member! or the CDC.

I found the least offensive and decided to test my skills..
Thank goodness I’ve done squats lately, I truly see an improvement in my public restroom squating technique! No need for a spotter – I now know there’s a real reason for my hard work.

The payoff is priceless. Not to mention the money I’ll save from not getting crabs.