Clubbing. Sadly, not the kind involving a long blunt object connecting repeatedly with a particular body part, usually the skull.
Was never that big a fan of it, to be honest, but I think everyone goes through a phase where they wanna go to a dark, smoky room full of strangers and dance like a spaz to loud music while imbibing alcohol.
I think I’m no longer in the mood for it, or I’ve outgrown it. By quite a bit.