Just call me Dancing Queen
It has been a tough week so last night I decided to go out with a few friends. One was D, who works in the meat department and the other S just graduated from high school. I have known her since she was a little girl.
While my husband was working (he’s a window cleaner), he found a good deal on a camera and a printer. So I took plenty of pictures. I got ready to a mix I made of the Black Eyed Peas, The Ting Ting Tings, Lisa Loeb, the Dandy Warhols, Beck and Radiohead. I wore a cute black top, dark denim jeans and some cute heels.
Dinner was at Applebees with a cute waiter and lots of great conversation. Plus, I ran into an old friend from college that I had lost contact with. He’s great photographer with the newspaper in that county. We talked and made plans to catch up more. All in all, a good time. I ordered chicken tenders and fries. S ordered an oriental salad that looked so great that I snapped a picture.
As we headed to the club, we noticed a guy walking in the dark with a gas can. We turned around to give him a lift to the gas station. After satisfying our good samaritan requirement for the night we headed to the club. I talked with the guy, who reminded me of another friend from college that now lives in Virginia. We were so excited to make contact that we texted back and forth until we got to the club. It was ladies’ night where ladies were free.
The club was dead. I mean you could count the people in it. I would say about 75 to 85 people. There was a cover band that played some Bon Jovi and they even did Akon. We sat in what I guess would be VIP type section with booths. We had a blast dancing, people watching and talking. A drunk guy was fascinated with me, which meant I was escorted to and from the bathroom. He seemed nice but these days you can never be to careful. It was an hour’s drive back and I slept the whole way. I still don’t really know how I made it up the steps to the door without tripping on the cat. I took a photo of my hubby goofing around. I danced a little bit on the dancing table.
I used to go out all the time in college. It is nice getting a group together and having some fun. I need to do this more often. Plus, I ate in a social situation without thinking or analyzing it. I just ate and had a good time with my friends.
1. Dancing the night away
2. Having a good meal
3. Helping a buddy get a guy's number