The music in the night club was so loud I could feel the rapid vibrations in my body. At first, I really did not want to go dancing tonight, but my best friend, Liza, convinced me. She accused me of being boring. I am NOT boring. I work hard—around 60 hours a week, to be exact. In my time away from work, I go to museums and libraries. Museums and libraries are not boring...to me. But the thought that maybe I am a little boring was stuck nagging my brain, so I donned the shortest, tightest dress I owned along with my Louboutins with spikes on them. I was determined to make the best out of this night out. I would prove to Liza that I was not boring. And that's how I ended up here, at the White Hat.