My First Under 21 Nightclub Experience
I went to my first under 21 club this past Saturday and it was great.
I'm an introvert and was anything but at the club. Its a great place to come out of your shell, hone your dancing skills, and meet girls.
In fact, here's my recap of the night as posted on my Xanga:
If last night were the Super Bowl, I would be the New England Patriots. If last night were the World Series, I would be the Boston Red Sox. If last night were the Daytona 500...yeah...I'd be Jeff Gordon.
You'll pardon my sad little sports analogy as I tell you I had the BEST TIME OF MY BLESSED LIFE last night at the nightclub. I got so much more out of the experience than you ever thought I would, or I ever thought I would, for that matter. To go from being some shy guy to being everything extroverted was simply bliss. Here's how she went down.
The day started off with Zac calling to cancel. He got in trouble for taking his golf-cart out on the road and couldn't go with us. I was a little disappointed but was still grateful that Bobby was going.
I was running late when I pulled up to Bobby's place. Turns out he almost couldn't go for driving his car without a license. Well, before the night can turn awesomely bad, we decide to hit the road to Evansville.
Once we got there we had the hardest time finding the place. The directions we got off the Internet were screwed, and ended up asking about four locals how to get there. I'm pretty sure we drove around the same place over ten times...no sarcasm there.
When we finally located it, you would have thought we were boarding an airplane. Is there really a need for all of these rules? Wait...why can't I wear a hat sideways? No jackets?! This suit jacket makes this attire! They let me wear my jacket, because I know how to lay down the law...and an extra $20. I had to empty all of my pockets, and I'm pretty sure that all eight of them had something inside that had to be checked out. Here's a sample of what I was saying:
"No...they're mints. Yeah, open 'em up..."
"One of those cheap disposable cameras?"
"That's a belt..."
"Those are keys...for the car?"
Once we got in it was "wicked-pissah" inside. As people filed in, it became clear that this was the place to be. Oh and the women...molto sexy.
In fact, there was one that caught my eye above the rest. Now, I only have one requirement for my choice of women, and that would be perfection. Yes, that may seem shallow...but I don't enjoy saying "Nothing but the best" just to try to establish a catchphrase. Besides, I have a lot more catchphrases than that.
Anyway, this girl was perfect. I leaned over to Bobby and expressed that I had my eye on her. I kept watching her with her friends (who weren't as hot), wondering if I would capitalize on the craving...
So Bob and I just did our own thing for a while, until she and her friends were up in the dance cage together. Bobby did the friendly thing and brought her to my attention, and told me to get up there with her. My introvertedness was telling me no...but then I remembered that 99% of the people here didn't even know who I was, and that I could redefine myself here. Telling my shy side to screw off, I climbed into the cage with her and her friends.
Ever been having a great dream...then you wake up pissed off? I actually thought I was asleep having a great dream...and kept repeatedly telling myself mentally "Don't wake up you son of a *****!" I don't have much experience doing that kind of dancing...but I think I did a good job...and God knows she did. It was great...but got better when her friend got in front of her. Thoughts such as "Technically, I'm having a sort of three-way here...aren't I?" ran through my mind. I kept myself under control, though. Mission Accomplished getting with the perfect girl.
After that, my legs were really sore...and the inevitable fact that I am a 17 year old in the body of a 45 year old soon came to mind. After refreshing with some water...I was ready to get back out there.
Somewhere around the three-hour mark, I needed a boost of energy. Major props to me for bringing some of those SoBe Adrenaline energy drinks. We ran out to the car to get them, and upon coming back had to go through the search again. You can read above for the sample responses.
I decided to be chill and "put out the vibe" while I waited for the drink to kick in. Suddenly I'm approached. A blonde girl wants to know if I'll dance with her friend. Must have been the jacket. I agree...but her friend isn't as attractive as others I've seen. However, her other friend is. Maybe it’s bad that I used a not-so-attractive girl to get with an attractive one, but hey. That's how the bed spreads. Her friend was much better at dancing than she was.
Afterwards, they ask me if I wanted to go outside. I agreed, but was trying to think of any other connotations for "going outside." No, they just wanted to exit the building. We learned their names, they learned ours. I enjoyed how Bobby tried to "cool up" his name with "Bob." I got their numbers and told them to meet up with us next weekend.
The night soon winded down, so I made the executive order of leaving early. I was getting pretty sleepy and was a little confused about how to get out of there. We arrived home at about one or two, I forget.
And that was my night. One of the best in a long while, mind you. Yes, I realize that there are others who do this type of thing so much better than me...but if you knew me...you would know it was a milestone for this introvert who only opens up to a select few. My night was the best it could get for me and I'll try to repeat on this coming up Saturday.
Word to your mother...
.. but it is a GREAT place to meet girls and hook up with them.. (my friends say)