I was having dinner with pals. We were dressed super casually and we were having some pretty okay briyani in a restaurant, BBQ Nights.
All of a sudden, lights started flashing and a DJ came on.
"Are we in a club?" one of my friends asked.
"Nooo, maybe this is a nightly thing..." I replied, still focussed on my food.
Girls started slinking in wearing tight, short dresses.
"Dude, we're in a club."
"We're eating briyani, how could we ever be in a club?!"
Later...
"Okay, bro," I said finally. "I can't take this. I'm wearing flip flops and jeans and we're surrounded with girls in crazy dresses. Lets get out of here."
As we walked out, we took a surreptitious glance at the name of the restaurant again just to double check. It now said Vogue (the club).
"Guys, we walked into BBQ Nights right?" I asked anxiously. They nodded mutely, stunned.
"And none of us drank right?" They nodded again.
What.
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