Escape the clutches of mediocrity

Last night we went to this underground club. It was dimly lit with passionate red walls, and completely filled with couches. The dj was playing good old music, like biggie, and a bunch of other funky stuff. Beers were only $4, and we got a bowl of burger rings too. And we tried these really nice cocktails, but i think half of it was vodka because I was pissed by the end of it. We met these lovely women from central america, and Veronica started talking to them in Spanish. I picked up a bit on what they were saying. One of the girls wanted to try some australian meat (heheh), and was eyeing off a bartender.