“This past weekend was my bachelorette party. We went down to Atlantic City, and stayed at Harrah’s. At night, the hotel pool area is given a sort of pseudo club vibe…
I could practically smell the pheromones.
Naturally, I’d never been more grateful for my soon-to-be husband, or quite frankly, my age.
If I’ve ever wished I was twenty-two again, I don’t after this weekend…”
At one point in the evening I found myself talking to a twenty-three year old guy who seemed flabbergasted at the thought of my getting married.
“That’s such a long time!” he kept saying.
“You’re twenty-three,” I responded, “For tonight, just focus on finding a dance partner.”
—The Intrinsic Writer (“How the Club Scene Gave Me Insight on Characterization“)
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