Losing My "V" Card
“It’ll be an experience of a lifetime, or something.” I realize after I volunteer to go to a local club that this could end very well, with a dying phone battery, or very poorly with beer-stained jeans and some semblance of emotional damage. Vinyl, fondly, or mockingly, referred to as “Club V” is a nightclub I have never dared enter. My experience is limited to stories I hear from friends reminiscing about freshman year of college. There’s also the intermittent spurts of peop