Last night Sura and I went to one of my favorite spots, Beauty Bar. The music was pumpin, the dance floor was full but not crowded, my favorite bartender was there, everything was fabulous. Then we went outside so Sura could have a smoke, we came back in not ten minutes later and the dance floor was empty, save this one sad guy.
I blame the poor 80's Paula-Abdul-esque music that the dj basically refused to turn off. I get it, its nostalgic, its got some humor, but really, I feel like I've heard that joke before.
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