5 THINGS A STAG EXPERIENCES AT A NIGHT CLUB

1)      THE PROBLEMS IN GETTING IN

Yes guys, we hear you. The struggle you face when all your excitement deteriorate seeing the grimace on the bouncer’s face who knows you are there alone. The whole feminism and the idea equality seems so unfair when the girl gang walks right past you for free and there you are giving whooping amounts of cash just for your entry, as if the liquor prices weren’t high enough. In defense, the club does need to maintain a sex ration inside, just in case everyone breaks into a guys v/s girls dance face off. They do kind of succeed in it, unlike our country.

2)      THE EYES

Now that you are in, people are giving you ‘the eye’, the ‘is this guy alone here?’ eye. The ‘what kindof person comes to a night club alone’ eye, the ‘he is probably here to just pick up chicks’ eye. Don’t you listen to them boo, you are a strong, independent, grown up man who can take care of himself. You go have your drink at the bar, try and talk to the pretty girl sitting right beside you and don’t let the world pull you down.

3)      NO WINGMAN

Well, to be honest, your main motive to go alone at the club might be just a couple of drinks but well, there is no harm if you make some new friends or ahem… whatever. So you scan around the place, matrix out the one you like and plan. This, right here, is when you miss your wingman, your support who is so crucial at his point. He can easily engage ‘your girl’s’ friend so that you get the opportunity or he is just right behind you to support in case things turn embarrassing. But, if you put your mind and just the enough amount alcohol to it, you can definitely do anything.

4)      DJ WALE BABU

The alcohol starts to kick in, everyone is at the dance floor, all you need is that one song to get into the mood so you decide to do what every girl at the club is doing, song request. After 20 mins at the waiting line to the DJ, you finally manage to get to him, only to realize he does not give a rats tail about your Chumma Chumma request. I know it is heart breaking but well, kid, it is EDM night, Martin Garrix maybe?

5)      REALITY CHECK

Now, this is the fault of all the movies taking your expectations skyrocket. You imagined it to be your perfect day. You get out of the car, toss the keys to the valet, shake hands with the bouncer who lets you in through the VIP line. You get in, in slow mo (ofcourse) and all eyes on you. The DJ calls out your name and plays your favorite track, you know him personally, the drinks keep flowing in and you get the prettiest girl in the club back home with you. Turns out, none of that happened. Infact, your little bubble just popped and now you are sitting there wishing you had checked first before landing into this place.