being a penn state girl has made me very low maintenance when it comes to nights out. frats don't exactly have much atmosphere to speak of, and all it normally takes to impress me is a bathroom that actually stocks toilet paper. so you can imagine my confusion when we walked into gilda and a world of private tables, bottle service, and a floor not covered in puddles of i don't even want to know. and while it turned out to be a fun night with all my lovely neighbors, i couldn't help but wish for andre, crammed pickups, & a night of reckless dancing with the loves on my life (elevated surface included).
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