These days the euphemism is "going dancing," but I remember when the proper terminology was "clubbing." That term is unbelievably cheesy, but then again so is the activity. I have a love-hate relationship with that whole scene. I lovelovelove dancing, and I'm quite fond of donning a short skirt with tall heels and seeing other girls in their respectively scandalous outfits. But, the hollow exclusivity and random mash-up of people in general really puts a damper on things. My slowly creeping disgust is perfectly timed though, as I am turning 29 in a couple of weeks...which is practically 30...and a 30-year old at a club is mildly inappropriate...

Under the dark cover of night.
Under the dark cover of night.
It's a good thing I'm also quite fond of brunch. Brunch is a very appropriate activity for an almost 30 year-old.