This past Saturday, one of my close friends celebrated a birthday. She decided she wanted to go out dancing and of course I had to attend. I'm down for my friends. That's how I roll.
We get to said club, find our table and begin to do what we do best, order drinks and gossip. Mind you, it had been quite awhile since I'd attended a club. I was looking forward to having a nice girls night out.
As the music was pumping through the building I guess this guy was really feeling it because he was bold enough to walk across the room to our table full of women and ask me to dance risking certain humiliation. Of course I said yes. After all, the music was sounding really good.
We danced two songs and I thought I'd pass out. I told poor dude I had to sit the next one out. Uuuhhh, that NEVER happens to me. I can stay on the dance floor through song after song. Or at least I used to be able too.
After I told old boy I had to sit down I hyperventilated my way back to my chair and sat there panting for a good 45 minutes. My girl Crazy asked, "Do you want me to get you an oxygen mask?"
To which I responded, "Go to hell."
Not a good look.
There was this guy that I was sure forgot his meds for the day. He was on the dance floor doing aerobic moves. Dude, you are not at the gym. At one point he even danced a Russian folk dance. Oh yeah, he had all the ladies after him that night.
The server kept the drinks coming. Bless him.