If you're lucky, maybe I'll get you on the guest list

Michelle couldn't go out Saturday because she had to work. Me and the other rape crisis girls (I so need a new name for them) decided to hang at the cheesy club she works at and keep her company. Since we were already there, we drank and danced the night away.

I have always maintained that I am a bar, not a club girl. Now there is actual proof out there that, on occasion, not only do I visit clubs, but sometimes I actually have fun.