So they opened a "club" in my home town.
I went to the "grand opening", or to be more precise, I am there right now.
Now don't get me wrong, I have absolutely no experience with clubbing, but this is getting more bizarre and straight out embarrassing by the minute, but I can't leave, because one of the organisers is a childhood friend of mine, whom I promised I'd be here and do some catching up with, but I don't know where tf he is....
His dad, on the other hand, has walked past me about ten times already. That man is in his 50s and a local politician.
And I can't post a story about it on Instagram or even WhatsApp, because my friend'd see it and probably be offended, but I have to tell someone, so tumblr it is.













