Niles: I’ve taken Maris to hundreds of these events and she has not once wanted to dance. Of course, Maris hates public displays of rhythm. –Frasier
This last week Match and I have both been working pretty hard. I ended up throwing my back out like an old lady, and didn’t get much sleep because of it all week. Friday after work we had to do a cleaning job for our company, and as a treat we went out to dinner afterwards. We had a great little date night, and over dinner we decided it’d be fun to go out.
We texted Baker Chic and LAX Guy, who invited us to go out to some bars in another town. We had a pretty good time, met some new people, and drank a couple of drinks. I really clicked with one of Baker Chic’s friends, and the two of us got pretty drunk together.
Then one of LAX’s friends decided we needed to go to a dance club. Now, this club was pretty typical of most dance clubs. There were the typical shady guys in the corner licking their lips while they watched the girls dance. The place had no fan, even though it was about 85 degrees outside, so it was hotter than miami resorts in the dead of summer.
I was buzzed, so it didn’t bother me at all. Poor Match on the other hand, hates dance clubs and everything to do with them. He got duped into being the purse sitter, while the rest of us danced. We still had a good time, and I managed to get Baker Chic to loosen up and dance with us, even though she was super shy and stone cold sober.Â We laughed at the 70 year old man grinding on girls that couldn’t have been more than 21. Ew!!! Why is it that every dance club has a dirty old man in it? We’ll definitely go out with them again, but I promised Match to never drag him to a dance club again.