I do not normally go out to clubs to go dancing. It’s so hectic on the dancefloor, I hate waiting in line to buy cocktails at the bar, plus I despise the plan of paying cover to get into an establishment. I’m much more of a laid back bar sort of girl, because I love to relax while I have a drink plus talk to my besties at a normal speaking volume! However, the other day I was convinced to go out with my besties to the local gay bar for a late night of dancing. It was worse than I expected; when the people I was with and I sauntered in, the people I was with and I suddenly found out that their Heating plus Air Conditioning unit had gone on the fritz that day. Suddenly it made sense why there wasn’t a charge to get in at the door, because without AC it was ungodly sizzling inside. Here the besties I was with and I were on the dance floor, with dozens of bodies acting just like miniature oil furnaces, plus there was no respite from the heat via ventilation or air conditioning. Everyone was so grossly sweaty, plus it was frankly dangerous to be dancing in that kind of heat. At one point I had to go to the parking lot to get some cool air, because I simply couldn’t breath in the stagnant indoor air. Every one of us even lounged around in my car with the AC blasting to cool ourselves down when my bestie started feeling sick to her stomach. The air from my little air vents was so delightful that it was incredibly hard to go back into the sweltering heat. I hope they get their Heating plus Air Conditioning repairman out right away, because otherwise no one is going to go dancing in that bar anytime soon.