
*Rebekah and I met up at Republic for open bar. While sitting at a booth sipping on our vodka tonics, 5 dudes come over and asked if we would like to join them at Pure for dancing and bottle service. So we went along for the ride and surprisingly, they ended up being a nice group of guys from Tampa Bay. Packed with house music, about an hour in they decided to relocate to another place. Rebekah chooses to end her night early, and since my car was parked literally 100 feet away from where they were going, I felt safe enough to go alone. As I entered Jet, I felt a rush of Tacoma memories flashing back from the sight of black people and hip hop. So of course my happy ass jumped straight on stage and rocked the joint! As I was being helped down by one of the Bays, I slipped and landed right on the edge of the metal stage. About a dozen people rushed over to check if I was alive.. because it hurt!!
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