Everyone remembers the good old days of clubbing. When friends got ready together and left the house at 11 p.m. to stand in line for hours at the latest hot spot. Then, once inside, jockeyed for a place at the bar where we overpaid for some concoction called a “Slippery Nipple” and then danced the night away, sweat rolling down every crevice of our bodies. Ah, the good old days.
If the thought of doing that again sounds as horrendous to you as it does to us, it may be because we …
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