Yesterday, we brought you a bunch of people who thought that you really shouldn't be going to the club on Thanksgiving night. Some of us heeded that advice and stayed home to watch Jets players run into their teammates asses. Others, though, hit the club undeterred, because Thursday is still Thursday and bloated stomachs need love, too.

Once Thanksgiving dinner is over and football is done and you've played card games with your grandparents and everyone is asleep, you begin to realize that being back at home (or somewhere else in the suburbs) can be pretty boring. What's there to do? How about the club? You know all those awesome clubs in your hometown, those little beakers of bubbling nightlife, full of so many great things (booze).

"Sometimes when I deal with celebrities, they have fun laughing and talking with their friends and I remember that they were once real people before the certain way that God arranged their features made them "recognizable." Other times, they stand there with their mouths open and vacant looks on their faces, and I wonder if they know how to feed themselves." Rob the Bouncer, now a published author, is back to bouncing and blogging hard. Consult him for updates on the various ways nightlife sucks. [Clublife]