Is going to clubs still a thing? Share your club/rave/festival stories, Yas Forums

>go to club
>some kid is buying drinks and being autistic

Literally what is there at a club that makes hoes so crazy for them?
>crowded, full of sweaty people
>loud as shit
>drinks are ridiculously expensive
>horny betas everywhere trying to grind on you

Why do hoes lose their mind for this?

I'd imagine it's the attention they receive. Huge ego boost. Also going to clubs is the socially accepted event during weekends. If you went to a club, you "didn't waste" the weekend.

I hate this planet and I hate women so fucking much

it's also the men's fault though.
but yeah this is a very strange planet.

Be me
>20
>on break from uni
>the boys are back in town
>pub crawl, 1 pint per pub
>enter pub 4, shitty dadcore band covering acdc and zepp
>night goes on
>enter pub 7. Not really a pub but a barcade.
>see guitarist and dummer from shit band
>tell then they're shit
>they buy us shots
>profit?

was it worth the 100 quid and russian drug resistent gonorrhea tho?

i am too old to go to a club.
whats the age limit these days 18 - 30?

>there was a club that i wanted to visit
>maybe i could find somebody who really loves me
>but i stood there alone
>and i left alone
>i went home and cried
>i wanted to die

sounds like carissas weird lyrics

I was hitting up underground techno/house shows before 'rona hit. It's a great fucking vibe, especially when high/buzzed. The last one I went to some random girl started grinding on me and guided my hands up and down her body. In my high af state coupled with rhythmic beats, I wanted to fuck her right there but I backed off because it was clear she was high af too and something in me made me feel guilty. I even cringe when I think about it.

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it was only tonsillitis. but no, not worth it.

>notice some old dude in the corner
>he's not drinking anything, just watching with a look of disapproval.
>doesn't move for at least 2 hours
That was me, I saw your future.

>Go to club and nail loads of mdma.
>Need to piss.
>Fo to toilet and piss in urinal.
>So fucked I pay no attention to urinal.
>Feel something wet on my shoes.
>Look down and see urinal is flooded with sick and piss, it's overflowing into shoes.

All of those make the world more hostile towards social climbers and bugmen. The new world is going to be better than you understand.

peak of clubbing is getting a trashy place no one really cares about, not much space, plays 80's non stop and few of latino fevers. but even that cant last forever. lowest of the low is overpaying an entrance for entry level electronics with stuck up people that dont really know how to dance or have fun in general.

Ain't nothing strange, ya'll just autistic basement dwellers, you don't make sense. I know because I am as well, but having been to clubs the only thing I genuinely dislike is all the drugs. I mean can I please visit the fucking bathroom without in some way being exposed to cocaine?

Me and some friends somehow got into conversation with a bunch of black guys and we ended up in Mama Africa with them. Four pasty white faces in a thicc sea of pure pitch black African motherfuckers.It was cool, everyone were nice, and the older dude in the group almost got me to lose my virginity to a phatassed African queen but I backed out at the last minute. My buddy was offered coke in the bathroom but it turned out the be crack (he took it, by the way). One of the two girls in our group went off to get gangbanged by a bunch of black guys in their appartment, we met up with her the next morning. She tried to claim she'd technically been raped, but we asked like a million times before she left with them whether it was a good idea, so we all know she was with it the whole time and just trying to come up with excuses afterwards... since she was getting married next month.

Went to a forest rave. Danced for 8 hours straight until they packed it up. My dancing style could be described as a more fluid Techno Viking. People thought I wwas on drugs (I wasn't) so had 9 different people walk up to me asking if I had drugs to sell. Never wished I was a drug dealer as during that night. Could've made a lot of money.

Went to clubs all the time 18-22. Hated them, music obnoxiously loud and awful. Have to get hammered to cope and it's not like you can hear anyone talk anyway. Spend $100 minimum a night for no fun or memory.

haha wmaf go tap tap tap

>it's not like you can hear anyone talk anyway
That's like 50% of the reason why the music is so loud, because nobody wants to hear what their drunk future one-night stands have to say.

Fucking what?

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>be at festival
>drunk as fuck
>happy
>go up to random girls and guys
>"hey nice drink"
>"is that the new flavor"
>"can I try"
>get more drunk
>push people and run around
>run into a table
>flip the table
>fell on the ground
>laugh
>someone picks me up
>"u okay bro"
>run away
>scream "SPING BREAK WOHOOOO"
>was 22 at the time
Stopped drinking and haven't been out in a year, 25 now

This is literally what I would do in my poorfag days. Go up to random people and get drunk off their drinks. I'm 6"2 and well built so I guess people were too scared to say no.