Clubing
It's Friday evening. I'm sitting on my sofa (peach, fabric) watching the start of some movie (rom-com, boring) cradling a bucket of ice-cream (chocolate, half melted), expecting a quiet night. I've already showered off the grime of work and slipped into comfortable pajamas (baby pink, a sheep motif sown onto the shorts). My phone rings. It's Sarah, a friend. I answer.Shes going out tonight, just her, and wondered if I wanted to go along. Apparently, theirs a killer new club opened up on the...