29: The club was located underneath the restaurant we were eating at so it was a complete afterthought of convenience for us to go check it out.
19: Planned my entire week around the clubs we would hit Friday and Saturday nights.
29: Interest piqued by the go-go dancers walking downstairs to start their shift.
19: Knew all the go-go dancers by name.
29: Wore a knee-length skirt and Gap t-shirt.
19: Wore a crotch-length skirt paired with a bellybutton-ring-bearing slutty tank top from either Wet Seal or Forever 21.
29: Showed up with my boyfriend.
19: Showed up with all my best girl friends, all of us looking for a boyfriend.
29: Put my purse and jacket on the floor in front of me while I danced.
19: Laughed at all the "old ladies in their 30s" that would bring their purses and jackets and put them on the floor in front of them while they danced. That tactic always screamed Girls' Night Out. Instead, we chose to bear the cold weather without a jacket (I mean, it's not like we were going to wait in line - hello, we're hot!) and stuck our IDs in our bras.
29: Upon entering the club, made a beeline for the middle of the dance floor, as far away from onlookers as possible.
19: Upon entering the club, made a beeline for the nearest speaker or bar to dance on top of, or better yet, the front and center of the stage or inside of a cage.
29: Only recognized one song (from 2002) and got excited to sing along with 50-Cent (yea, I'm down) when he said "Go, go, go, go, go, go, go shawty! It's your birthday. We gon' party like it's yo birthday!" Because, guess what? It WAS my birthday!
19: Knew all the words to every song and could even tell from the baseline what song the DJ was about to fade into.
29: Left the club at midnight to go home and sleep.
19: Left the house at midnight to go clubbin'.