Monday, December 17, 2012

DEFINITELY NOT MY SCENE

Last night I went out with a friend of mine to a bar and grille place. They had music and dancing and food (obviously, duh..). Anyway, by the time we got there, it was kinda late, so I was starving. We found this little table by the dance floor (oh great...). We had some pizza and a drink and then the music started....

Oh man, I've never seen so many desperate people out on a dance floor together. There was the ancient, rich guy (pushing 100 or so), dancing with his great great granddaughter or somebody who could have been his great great granddaughter, dressed in a gold lame' dress that did not quite cover her gluteus maximum, also known as ass. The girl was a poster child for anorexia, complete with fake boobs and Platinum blonde locks. He kept flashing his wad of money like there was no tomorrow and she was more than happy to play the ditzy blond who bagged herself a rich old guy, ready to kick the bucket at any time and leave her his estate. She did bare a strange resemblance to Anna Nicole Smith. Then there was the old chick in a tight white dress which also did not quite cover her ass. She was dancing in such a trashy manner, you'd think she was auditioning for a porno movie. Right next to her the dork/dweeb pasty version of Steve Urkel was dancing his heart out with his girlfriend, Yoko Ono's sister. The guy was wearing a gold shirt (gold must be the color of choice at clubs), tucked in in black pants, his bold spot was glistening, and his eye twinkling, behind the dorky glasses he was wearing. I don't think anything or anybody could have helped this guy, not even a lifetime of dance lessons from John Travolta, he was just beyond reach, and poor Yoko Ono's sister was trying to keep up with him. Let me tell you, that was a picture I won't soon forget, though I really want to.

The rest of the floor was filled with your stereotypical club goer. Both men and women, both dancing with their friends they had dragged onto the floor looked so miserably empty and seriously uncoordinated. My friend danced a few times by herself, since like she said this was freestyle dancing ( I thought freestyle is something you do in a pool, but oh well, what do I know), and she seemed to have a good time. At least she wasn't uncoordinated, but she's taken years of dance classes and is French, which automatically excludes her from the dork/dweeb category.

 All in all it was an ok night because I got to experience up close and personal what the set of Saturday Night Fever might have been like, only there was no John Travolta to be found anywhere. Maybe it's me, maybe it's just too early for me to hit desperation road, but I had this uneasy feeling all night. Is this what awaits me in a few years? Will I become another desperate soul out on the dance floor trying to drown my sorrows with a gold dress (that will cover my ass hopefully), and moving around like a fish out of water, looking to attract whichever lost soul (with a gold colored shirt obviously) happens to be flapping around? I seriously hope not. I fancy myself with a little more class and taste than that, but yo never know. What I've learned recently is that you should never say never, no matter what the circumstances. I never thought the love of my life would turn out to be a selfish, callous, untrustworthy human being, ready to throw away a lifetime for the love of some pills. I never thought I would be going to a dancing pub and grille on as Saturday night, without my other half, looking for God knows what in all the wrong places. But hey, never say never.....     

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  1. Okay, this made me laugh out loud, because I know this all too well. This isn't my scene either, and I'm in my 20s. Though it is quite a laugh to see all of these ridiculous people hitting on each other. And as much as I love the guy, my brother-in-law is a 400 lb, sweaty, bearded, no-showering weirdo... who's always surrounded by those anorexic, fake-breasted platinum haired bimbos when he goes out to these places. But that's because he's rich. Instinctively, the bimbos can just sense this. Go figure, right?

    Also, to answer your question, if you have a Nook you'd have to read our book on your computer. Unless you really, REALLY wanted a copy for your Nook, which I can convert for you from the original file. Just send us an e-mail. It's a quick and easy conversion and I'd be happy to do it.

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    1. Thanks guys, I am honored to have made u laugh, since you're a couple of really funny guys. Hey, tell your brother-in-law to lose about 200n lbs and shave, then maybe we can dance...lol. I sent you an email about the Nook thingy, the check's in the mail...:)

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  2. If you don't want to be desperate, you won't be.
    Yes, I have a husband, but I have never been one to believe that I had to have someone to be happy. I know a lot of people that only seem content when in a relationship. But, being single does have it's perks.
    If you weren't comfortable, you are not ready yet. It hasn't been long. Give yourself time to be alone and to grieve.

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    1. You're right Ruth, I', definitely not ready for this stuff. I do feel comfortable in my own skin, it's just that I've been part of a couple for so long, it feels weird not having anybody with me, but I know I will get used to it.

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  3. I went down that road a few years ago..I have to look back on it as a fun time. Check out my blog today...I gave you a shout out. Also, if you have a Kindle, you might enjoy my book "Welcome to Singles Night."

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    1. Thank you so much for the shout out Eva, you rock. I have a Nook, but I'm definitely checking out your books, I need a good laugh right about now.

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    2. My books are on Nook, too. Just go to Nook books and type in Eva Gallant....they will come up!

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  4. First, be happy with yourself! Then you may--or may not--share that happiness with somebody else!!

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    1. I know I'm ok with myself, I wouldn't want to be anybody else, except maybe Russell Crowe's wife....lol

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    2. I think he's divorced... Duh. I'm slow sometimes.

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    3. I thought you wanted to be that blonde ex-wife of his.

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  5. Clubbing is not my scene. Wasn't when I was in college and still isn't. I went a couple times and had fun. Except for the drunk guys trying badly to hit on me. But it's just not for me. Some things just aren't up your alley and there's nothing wrong with that.

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    1. You're right J.Day, clubbing is not for me. I can cross that off my bucket list, cause I ain't never doing that again. :)

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  6. I go out often with friends and spot these people too. That said, loneliness has a way of making people act in strange ways. You only become one of those desperate people if you decide to go down that road. Don't go there! It's not pretty :).

    I dunno, I see addiction as a disease more than a choice. But, I am only one voice. I am so sorry for your loss. I get it more than you might imagine. here from Eva's, who makes me laugh regularly :).

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