I am not one for clubs. I just don't see myself fitting in with a bunch of pretty people lying to themselves and to each other. But yesterday I found myself in one and it wasn't really all that I expected. First of all it wasn't as crowded as I thought it would be. When I hear the word "club" I automatically assume there is nothing but shitloads of hair gel and cologne, but for the most part the people seemed to be alright...which means I hated them. (That's one of the upsides of hating everyone, you're never disappointed because you never have high expectations. Idiocy is inevitable.) The music was just the same as everything else you normally hear, Top 40 hits. The drinks weren't too expensive and there were some cute girls. So all in all, it just seemed like any other Going Out experience.
But there is one thing that really sort of shocked me.
I finally figured out where Asian people hang out. I meant to ask my buddy if there were normally that many Engineering majors at this particular club but I never got around to it. They were all bright pink, only talking to other slanty-eyed folks, and all secretly wishing they were white. It was really unbelievable. I had so many questions but I didn't feel like penetrating The Great Wall (they were huddled close) and asking. I guess those questions will go unanswered. So who would have thought, you can learn things at clubs!
What I really learned was this. Even when I'm totally hammered out of my mind, I still can't stand Asians.
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