My daughter has never been the club type, but a few of her girlfriends wanted to go to one in D.C. and had been talking her into going with them. She scared the heck out of me because I told her to call me when she arrived and when she was on her way back home, and she forgot to call me when she was leaving and she apparently fell asleep in the car and her girlfriend took her to her house to sleep, and her phone died so I, of course, freaked out. When she returned home the next morning at about 7am, and I was so happy that I could finally go to sleep after staying up all hours of the night worrying about my first born.
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