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Anyway, we had gone to Asheville two weeks before to meet up with my friend Christy, who was in some retro 80's club when we got there... thus spawning my love for clubbing. I had called Christy earlier to see if she would mind hanging out, but she was tied down with a bunch of stuff... looks like it was just me and Ashley this time.
My van, still being clean from the super-scrub-down Yagi and Ashley gave it last time, was ready to go... so off to Asheville we went for 11:30 at night clubbin'. Now, I don't mind getting to a club late. getting lost could always be a fun experience, but Ashley and I got lost. when it comes to going in circles, she and I are reigning champs. We came upon Asheville's highschool, which was similar to the coruscant imperial palace in size and construction. We decided that in the morning we could go in and pose as students, since we're both still rather high school-looking.
Up the street was the most beautiful graveyard that either of us had ever seen, and we puposely had broken in and took pictures of a few things before we got creeped out by some random occurences. We decided to come back later when it was light out, since hellhounds wouldn't be out and all the decoy graves would be turned off.
So we finally got to the club at 1 o'clock... it was not quite as great as last time as when Christy was with us, but we danced anyway. I don't know about Ashley, but the problem that I had with the club was there wasn't enough...darkness. two weeks ago, there were virtually NO regular lights illuminating any single square inch of the club... this week, it was "light-night" or something at the club.
The club gets tired really quick for both of us, so we walk around for an hour, get tired of that, get in my car, decide to go home for bed instead of sleep in the car.