The night started off ever so lovely. Me and four of my friends went to a spoken word event at a restaurant. Food was great, ambience was funky and soulful, the talent was unparralleled.
**Side bar sign of the times** Three out of the five of us had our phones on the table facebooking/tweeting during the show. I updated my status on FB about something funny my friend at the table said and told her "Go look at my status"...she did. And then she said "Go look at my comment to your status." WTF is wrong with people when instead of saying it to one another and sharing a laugh we must do so online publicly? What kind of self absorbed pseudo celebrity assholes are we?
Anyways...so the show ends and one of my brilliant friends suggests we go to a club around the corner. "It's hood," she says. "But we always make the best of any situation."
We get there and there's a line. From the line I spot about two infractions that tell me this is not somewhere that I should be. #1 - A girl was wearing Timberland's... #2 - A girl was wearing baggy jean capris and high top Converses.
We get inside, the DJ's doing his thing so I'm like - stop being so siddity and enjoy yourself. Until I got frisked... the chick stuck her finger into my shirt, down between my breasts and wiggled all around my boobie area . What you lookin' for... a shank? Get me the eff outta here!! Alright then we had this girl that was dancing by herself kinda behind us. Clearly she was toasted but looked so cute in her button down shirt dress. I even made a comment about it to my girlfriend. Until "She Got a Donk" came on and the bish pulls her dress UP and starts wiggling her ass and dropping it like its hot in her boy short panties. ---->We moved to the other side of the dancefloor after those antics.
That was the exact moment when I felt like we were the oldest biddies in the club. There was a time where I wouldn't have noticed the Timberlands and the Converses. Would've felt comforted by the extensive body search. Would've enjoyed a hearty laugh at the girl hoisting up her dress. (Hell, I might've been the girl hoisting up her dress) But not anymore. All the nonsense just made me wish I was on my couch under a blanket watching HGTV.
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yeah...I can't say that was necessarily just about you guys being "the oldest biddies in the club". Because I am far from being an old biddy. At 20 going on 21, I'd say I'm in my partying prime. Even so, the Timbs and the Converses (and everything else) would have immediately rubbed me the wrong way and turned me off. Unless this was some kind of "teen night" (which I doubt it was although it sounds like it), it's not so much about age as it is about preferring to party in style. I don't blame you...
ReplyDeleteToo funny! Was this a lesbian club?
ReplyDeleteClubbing since I was 15 yrs old, so when I'm out with my girls it really doesn't matter the atmosphere of the club. I don't feel old just experienced so I adapt and do my thang. I mean even the grown & sexy joints are a bit much when ur moms there too. LOL
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