Nothing in the world beats going out on a Saturday night with your main squeeze and your good friend. Especially when you are going out to the Kitty Cat Klub to see a friend's group perform. It's the perfect setting, nice comfy couches, cheap PBRs, great music and bizarre conversation. The Kitty Cat Klub has this sort of "grandma's basement meets my dream apartment" kind of feel to it. There is mismatched furniture and classy velvet paintings everywhere. Just the kind of things I love. To top off all of this great decor, there is an old fashioned photo-booth tucked away in a corner. Now who could resist this little gem? In goes the money and out come the very unpredictable photos. We didn't even know that the first one was being taken, hence my head in the way. Poor Jason was cropped out completely and I know for a fact he was whipping out some gangsta poses. I will mark this one up to another great night.
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