There are a few
major reasons that I don’t normally go out on Saturday nights – one, that I
don’t know the great places from the not-so-great and I can’t stomach the idea
of waiting in line for hour to get into a sleazy bar filled with 40-year old perverts
and, two, a busy school schedule leaves me with little time for cultivating
social life.
Fortunately, the
semester ended this week, ridding me of the latter.
