Women continually question their ‘dignity’ and level of maintainable ‘respect’ when they ‘hook-up’ with a man who has already scored earlier in the night.
Why are girls the first to start a dance on the empty dance floor? Are females just genetically programmed to be the life of the party or are we just more outgoing than men? Why aren’t men dominant on the dance floor if they dominate almost everything else in life?
The following are tried and tested ways to get yourself kicked out of clubs and bars. In case any prospective employers happen across this article, the following have never happened to me - they happened to my, er, friend.
When you think about it, nightclubs are where we are at our most animalistic. The d-floor is littered with sweaty, pheromone oozing bodies, gyrating in time with the rhythmic and primal vibrations of drum and bass. We actually go to them in order to attract a mate with the girls showing off a lot of skin and some of the guys acting downright predatory.
I believe there are two parts to clubbing. Firstly, it’s to dress up, go out, dance with your girlfriends/guyfriends, get drunk and have a good time. Secondly, it’s to dress up, go out, dance with your girlfriends/guyfriends, get drunk and hook up. So really, you either plan on going to the club with every intention to hook up, or none at all.
Good Friday is fast approaching and many of us will be spending at least part of it getting our drank on with our mates on a well deserved night out - what better way to commemorate a bloke that turned water into wine. Whereas some of us will be lapping up them good vibes at a gathering or house party, a lot of us will be out on the town looking for bunnies of our own.
So it’s been a long and arduous week and you’ve finally made it to the weekend. You’re out at your favourite club with your pals, the music is pumping and the drinks are flowing, but you realise that something is missing. Somehow the night doesn’t quite feel complete. Then it hits you - what would make the night perfect is the good old-fashioned hookup.
It’s the weekend again and you’re thrilled that Friday is in the past and those dreadful clients who hassle you are as far away as possible! You sink a couple of schooners with your mates, play a bit of pool and engage in some pretty crazy drinking games that leave you completely paralysed.
There’s no use pretending you don’t remember Lil Bow Wow (“Yippee Yo’ Yippee Yay”)- everyone’s favourite tween rapper from the early naughties.
Well, just like you, Lil Bow Wow isn’t so little anymore, the boy has grown up- and so has his music.
When your hands are full of show bags, and your feet are a blistering mess from the Royal Melbourne Show, there’s only one thing to do. Hit the local booze! Unsure where to go after a day on the grounds? Check out our top recommendations!