Monday, June 7, 2010

I may or may not have straddled something.

I had an eventful Saturday night. When you get five girls getting ready and drinking you usually get good times. Good times were had by all. Myself and four of my BFF's headed out for a night on the town to a local gay bar.

This was a first for all of us. I initially suggested it as some of my friends are not comfortable in night clubs. These particular friends’ declared that they liked this particular club and would be going back. We all hate it when we go out for a night of dancing and you get squished on the dance floor and strange men feel it’s okay to start rubbing up on us. So not cool.

I remember when I turned 19 and lived at my favourite bar three nights a week I actually screamed at a guy for trying to dance with me when I gave no indication whatsoever that I was interested in dancing. I wasn't going out to get hammered three times a week, I was 19 and discovered a bar I liked and that I liked to dance. Especially line dancing. My best friend at the time had just moved here for school and I got her into it. We worked the same job that summer the same shift 2pm-10am perfect for bar stars such as ourselves. And we had a blast that summer.

I am happy to report the none of us got mauled on the dance floor. Two of my friends got nods from other women. We are trying to decipher these nods. If a) people assumed they were a couple or b) they were showing an interest in my friends? I don't know proper etiquette of a gay night club but I was drunk and the music was good so I danced with my girls and has a good time. I also managed to be hit on by one of the few straight guys in the club and had a drink bought for me by said guy.

Maybe the straight guys are catching on to our little secret.

So I did say that there may or may not have been some straddling on my part. What happens when five drunks girls get off at the wrong Skytrain stop? They walk longer than they have to and pause for random photo ops.

We were walking by an Armory and a friend and I decided to climb up on a cannon and for the photo op, It's a horrible pic which is the only reason I am posting it.


SciFi Dad said...

I used to hit the gay clubs when I went home (gay friends and a gay sister) so I know exactly what you mean.

However, line dancing? Really? I don't even know what to say.

Siera said...

Read my side bar I am a hick at heart. It might have something to do with the fact that my mom was born in Iowa. You can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl. It's in my genes.

Trinity (of haiku tofu) said...

hahaha! love this post!

S.I.F. said...

That sounds like a blast of a night though lady, and you deserve it!