The year was 2000. I was 24 years old. I had a huge job in a pharmaceutical company and was quickly heading up the corporate ladder. During the week I busted my ass at work, which meant I made the rich corporate big wigs even richer (insert eye roll here). It was very stressful but I worked damn hard every day to prove myself. But on the weekends, well….. the weekends were a different story. The weekends were my escape. After university, my best friends and I quickly became infatuated with the Toronto nightclub scene. It was the perfect escape for us. The music, the people, the clothes, the dancing…..it was all so grand, so loud and so fun. Completely the opposite of our corporate lives. We just craved it all the time. We couldn’t get enough! You can imagine that going back to work on Monday was just awful. Not only was my body still filled with Red Bull and Vodka, but I swear that I could still feel the pumping of the music’s ba