Before I moved to university, I had never been out out. The sort of out where you actually leave the house and go to a club. Growing up in a small market town, the only thing to do was pub crawl until you were absolutely off your tits, and then go mental at the mini disco at the dirtiest pub in town. Sad, but true. I didn't really know what to expect when I first went out, so I just threw myself into it... now I can get pissed in just over half an hour and know all the words to multiple Fetty Wap songs.
