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Hollywood was AMAZING. I roamed around with my new friend, Lulu, and finally...we hit it: The nightclub. "I almost forgot! Cerci, I'm going to run to the shop." Lulu told me to stay put. A few minutes later, she was back.
"Before we go into the nightclub, go to the changing rooms and change into this," Lulu held up a black strapless fur-trim bra, itsy-bitsy blue shorts, blue legwarmers, and black high heels, "and put your current clothes into this MTV The Hills bag."
I did as I was told.
"I look like a stripper!" I complained.
"Exactly," Lulu smiled.
Oh, dear gosh, I thought.
People partied EVERYWHERE in the nightclub. The girls' hair went everywhere. Lulu took down the bun in my hair. Tangly brown hair tumbled down to my waste. "Have some whiskey on the house," the bartender gave Lulu and me a huge glass of whiskey each. This is why: Bartenders get girls in bikinis and such drunk so they can have strippers dancing on top of the bar.
"Umm..." I said, "...Lulu, this isn't such a good idea."
"Aww, it's alright, Cerci, you're too cautious. Just this once." Lulu said.
I shrugged. Glug, glug, glug. "I'll have some more." I told the bartender. I chugged it down.
I climbed to the top of the bar, Lulu behind me. Guys everywhere came to watch. I glanced at a prince out there. I looked so bad in front of him. Oh, well.

The next day I couldn't remember a thing. Hangover. I slept the whole day.