Fuck going out, honestly. It really sucks going out and everyone is meant to be having fun but everyone really just wants someone to pick them up, take them home and cuddle the existential dread away. A good group of friends is sacrificial in that sense. If there is a chance that one of us can grab someone, then the rest will do all in their power to make it happen. But obviously, that's not the case for everyone.
Sofie and I walked past Gründer. You can tell a lot about a club from the people lining up, but you can even more by the people who pass out in the line. In this case it was a young girl lying on a heap of blackened snow, her heels half off and her miniskirt hitched up. A couple of guys were standing in a semi-circle with her backs to her but they glanced back every so often before muttering what must've been really fucking hilarious jokes because they all would laugh. Bros, amirite?
They all had these white shirts and greasy blond hair and one too many middle parts for my liking (i.e. one). They just looked like assholes, on second thought they were probably just law students.