I'm almost sure that at least 50% of the people in clubs are people I could get along with or at least respect in real life. The thing is though that in order to properly go clubbing you have to follow a certain code of conduct that for some reason has been tailored to reduce the average person to a level of scum they would normally never dream of approaching:

The dress code, first of all, is heinous. I find it very hard to wear dress shoes to a non-formal even and not feel like a complete asshole. Then of course the idea is to stand out from the crowd, and the one-up-manship of club-goers over the years has resulted in things like 6'5" barrel chested men with their thinning hair bleached platinum blonde with a black skunk stripe and blue tips, professionally tweezed eye-brows and half-tinted designer sunglasses with 10-guage silver hoop earrings and jewel-encrusted skin tight neon t-shirts, spandex-denim flares and alligator shoes with toes that curl up like Alladin over-dosing on vodka redbulls and talking loud enough to be heard over the music from across the room.

How do you compete with that? I'd really rather drink alone. Hell, I'd rather be shot.