One More Thing

So, last night a promoter on the street was trying to get us to go into his club. We walked there and were thinking about it, until we saw the clientel (probably spelled wrong) walking out of it. They were:

1. A girl with her ponytail tied at her chin, you know, so it looked like a beard. Not ok in any setting.
2. An old bald man and his wife, dressed like they were about to go to the opera.
3. A girl wearing either a garbage bag as a skirt, or a pleather skirt. I couldn't tell, but either way it was the final straw.

Needless to say, we didn't go in.