Gloria Estefan was right: the rhythm is gonna get you, specifically on Tavern’s dance floor, turning your Saturday night into a blur of whiskey shots, flashing lasers, and suspect dance moves until the house lights suddenly come up and you find yourself exhausted, sweaty, and cursing that rhythm... it did indeed get you, and your self-respect. You-0. Rhythm-1.
College night and $4 doubles always seem like a good idea until the sun is coming up and you’re face down on the beach with a mouth full of sand, no keys, no phone, no ID, no debit card, no pants, and no clue exactly what made you think night swimming was a good idea. That REM song is crap.