I've always understood the concept of looking your best when you're clubbing, but I don't follow it since I stopped my tenure at Ozz in Buena Park several years ago. My partner in crime, Nathan, and I would make sure we looked out best, often smearing glitter all over ourselves. It was then that I used an Elmo backpack, not because I was a candykid, but I actually kept random items in it.

Flash forward to this past year. Daniel and I have been hitting up random clubs, usually wherever Liz is DJing. The day before or day of usually involves a shopping excursion in Daniel's quest for the perfect outfit. Yesterday was no exception.

We began our quest at the Brea Mall after a nice lunch. As we meandered the mall, we went to different stores and specifically looking for the clearance rack (mostly because you can put together an outfit for under $30). We stopped in Macy's, American Eagle Outfitters, Abercrombie & Fitch, Hollister, The Gap, and Nordstrom's. At Hot Topic, we saw a Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers shirt on the wall and debated their gothness. Then I called Liz.

Nothing.

We left the mall and ended back into the familiarity of the I.E. and our final destination: Target. Daniel found three shirts, a hat, and a part of pants. At fucking Target.