Canned Heat in my HeelsI had a great birthday weekend: presents were received, dancing was done, champagne was consumed, and fun in general was had.
Clubbing on Friday night was a rather interesting experience. I had somewhat forgotten what the club scene was like, as I hadn't been out dancing in a while. It was a little.... raunchier than when I went last (and it's not like the last time I went was 15 years ago, I'm talking like a year or so).
I like going clubbing every now and then because I go for the dancing and music: I like to be able to let loose on the dance floor and have fun with my friends. I don't go to scam for guys and one night stands, that's so not my thing - and might I add ewww!
A lot of the girls are barely dressed, and what they're wearing hardly covers their nipples and hooha-area. Not to mention the fact that there was at least 3 girls who got up on various podiums and started stripping and flashing for guys with cameras. It's absolutely disgusting.
A lot of the guys are creepy and greasy: I had my ass slapped by some jerk as I was walking off the dance floor. I got so annoyed that I turned around and smacked him right back with a swift backhand to the shoulder (the only body part that I could reach as I made for a quick get-a-way).
The dancefloor gets really packed and people just end up pushing you all over the place. It gets all hot and sweaty and just generally gross.
So while it's fun to get out and dance it up, sometimes the club scene can be just icky.
Then again, last night I went to a Retro music night at a near by bar/club. It's a smaller venue and more of a bar than a club - the music was great, from Billie Jean to Sweet Home Alabama to even Ghostbusters. The guys were much less creepy and the girls decidedly less skanky. Plus, it was 7$ pitcher night.
It generally depends where you go, what you're expecting from the night, and how much you've had to drink. There's one universal constant, however: wearing high heels for a night out dancing always leads to a very slow, unbalanced, and painful walk home.
Ahh, the price I will pay for cute shoes!