crzette

Went out to a neat little bar in downtown St. Louis.
Its specialty was vodka and there was a little section inside that was an actual freezer filled with vodka and you go in and take shots.
The temperature inside the freezer was a constant 32 degrees Farenheit, hence the name of the club, "Ernie's 32 degrees" or something. But it was really nice.
Furthermore, I made it my mission to get the DJ to play Robyn's "Dancing on my Own".

(If you hadn't noticed, I suck that woman's non-existent cock)

He played it and I promptly lost my ever-loving mind. In a recent video to her fans, Robyn said that she hoped her album made people "...dance and cry at the same time." And I love that.
I mean, generally you'd think Damn, bitch, why you tryna make me cry when I'm getting my groove on. But I love that she took that other side of human emotion and brought it into the club, especially when songs right now are about getting drunk and how good tonight's going to be and how fly you are and what you're going to do with your hair; it's nice to hear a song like "Dancing on my Own" that touches on those feelings you tried to get away from when you came to the club in the first place.