Out on a school night!
For the second time in two weeks I went out to the bars on a Wednesday night! I’m out of control! 
Last night I went to this place called Graham Central Station w/ some of my guy friends. Not knowing what to expect, I threw on the cute capri outfit I’m wearing in the picture below w/ some adorable tan heels that I just bought. I pulled into the parking lot and there are guys in sperm-count reducing tight jeans and cowboy hats everywhere. The beers are a nickle on Wednesdays, and its ‘Ladies Night’, which automatically means wet t-shirt contest evidently. This club is set up with different rooms: a big central country dancing room, an ’80s room, a club music room, and a REALLY scary karoke bar w/ backup dancers. I swear. Backup dancers. With tamborines.
Now I don’t listen to country music, but the country bar part was by far the best opportunity for people watching. (that is, after we got tired of watching two really drunk, really un-cute girls making out with each other and showing their body parts a la Girls Gone Wild in the ’80s room to get the attention of the REALLY un-cute guys in the bar) We stood there stupified at all the line dancing craziness. Then the lights went down, the disco ball came on, and ‘Brick House’ started playing. YEAH! Joser and I waded through the crowd of totally confused country dancers to shake it on the dance floor. Do you think the country dancers quit? Oh no sister, they CONTINUED TO LINE DANCE! TO BRICK HOUSE! My funk-loving husband would have keeled over if he’d seen that. And the poor old ladies in the black tights, fringed vests, and white cowboy boots nearly fell over trying to apply the tush push at light speed to The Commodores.
After getting thrown around the dance floor (no seriously, THROWN) by my friend Rich, and getting’ down to Informer by Snow, I decided it was time to head home (at 9:30). I left the boys to attract their own women (a feat considering it seems that most of the girls there were, um, into each other) and went home. This party girl thing is killing me. Sad to be at 26 and too old for this stuff…
