So apparently I'm going to Florida in less than a week.
Me cousin decided that he would hook me up with airfare and that I could stay at his pad for a week, and given that my vacation is for the next two weeks, I couldn't very well say no (Well, I could've, but the sheer amount of douchery and dipshittery that would require is beyond my means). Of course, the question remains: what the fuck is there to do in Florida? He lives in Fort Lauderdale, which (according to all of the Girls Gone Wild videos I've seen) is the most drunk naked fraternity girl place in the known universe...not counting the surface of the sun.
So I guess that works, but I know nothing about any clubs down there, and I fully intend to drag my Abercrombie & Fitch wearing,' Bud Light drinkin', bling-blang sportin' cousin to a goth/industrial club. For no other reason than to see if the sheer alienness of the scene drives him to an H.P. Lovecraft-esque insanity, wherein he lays in a corner and screams about unknown things wearing black from Outside The Things Man Was Meant To Know.
There is of course the fear that he'll get TOO into it, and drunkenly wander around slapping girls asses while exclaiming something intellectually enriching along the lines of "WOOOOOOOO!!! GOTH BITCHES!", but fuck it. Anyone know of any decent goth clubs in Fort Lauderdale?
After all, GOOGLE IS TEH HARD.
Me cousin decided that he would hook me up with airfare and that I could stay at his pad for a week, and given that my vacation is for the next two weeks, I couldn't very well say no (Well, I could've, but the sheer amount of douchery and dipshittery that would require is beyond my means). Of course, the question remains: what the fuck is there to do in Florida? He lives in Fort Lauderdale, which (according to all of the Girls Gone Wild videos I've seen) is the most drunk naked fraternity girl place in the known universe...not counting the surface of the sun.
So I guess that works, but I know nothing about any clubs down there, and I fully intend to drag my Abercrombie & Fitch wearing,' Bud Light drinkin', bling-blang sportin' cousin to a goth/industrial club. For no other reason than to see if the sheer alienness of the scene drives him to an H.P. Lovecraft-esque insanity, wherein he lays in a corner and screams about unknown things wearing black from Outside The Things Man Was Meant To Know.
There is of course the fear that he'll get TOO into it, and drunkenly wander around slapping girls asses while exclaiming something intellectually enriching along the lines of "WOOOOOOOO!!! GOTH BITCHES!", but fuck it. Anyone know of any decent goth clubs in Fort Lauderdale?
After all, GOOGLE IS TEH HARD.