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It was July 2004. That's when the party started on a hot summer night in Pittsburgh as a routine scouting mission was turned into Steel City gone wild as a bachelorette party of nine thrillseeking party girls, barhopping across the Strip District, gave us our first hands on glimpse into the world of nightlife in the fast lane.

Whether it was flashing for traffic, showing off thongs or making out with each other is uncertain, but it was then that we learned.... partying is a culture.

Like a tattoo, the mark it left on us was indelible. And so it was there that the journey began. A journey that would take us into the cracks and crevices and corners of America in an effort to document this thing we called party culture.

Along the way there were good times and there were hard times.

Through it all we fought, we loved, we laughed, we cried. We struggled and we conquered, and somewhere in between, we even found time to party.

There were tens of thousands of miles traveled, tens of thousands of dollars spent, tens of thousands of dollars lost, and tens of thousands of man hours toiled.

There were bars (oh, so many bars). There were nightclubs, dorms, stages, basements, back rooms and back alleys.

There were people. So many wonderful, crazy people. Wild nights. Lazy mornings. Hangovers.

We made friends and we made enemies. We've been praised to the skies and we've been left out in the cold.

We've been labeled as saints and we've been labeled as sinners.

We've been called all around good people and all around bad people.

We are partyclique.com....