word, i have these three really good friends who live in my building, and they're all about the booty (hip hop) room at exit. every week we all get ready together, as they spend hours pruning and primping, and i just got my tshirt and baggy pants with sneakers. they ask "how could you have fun at a club without grinding and hooking up".... i try to explain, but they just look at me like i have three heads. i always tell them they should come to twilo once, and if they did they'd never go back, but if they decide never to come i think i'll survive (more room for me to dance). ------------------ "man, i can't believe i spilled my bottle of jd!"