Reminiscing about the club, I must be losing my mind

It’s scary when you see a trait of one of your parents, in yourself, that you don’t particularly like. My dad has a tendency to go into a weird, quiet zone where he barely talks at all. It usually occurs when he’s feeling under pressure or angry. It is a repulsive trait because it kills any good atmosphere. I slipped into this zone yesterday before I went out with Nina.
So how was last night?
I enjoyed it. I love bar/club hopping.
Nina’s b/f couldn’t afford to come out at first. I’d caught a train ride with him a few hours before and y’know we always get on well, so I offered to pay him out for the night.
He called me a few hours later when I was on the way home sating he was on his way out but I said “Dude, I’ going home now. Should have called me 2 hours ago.”
And what can I say about Nina hu? She was drunk as shit.