So a couple of weekends ago, I went out for Dance Party USA with my new Go To Girl, Hanna. Once again, it was an official girl’s night out which includes bar hopping and amazing dance moves by all girls. The night started out innocent enough with us racking our brains to figure out the perfect dance party outfit and then it was off to dinner at Gloria’s with her and her five friends. Unbelievably we didn’t have to wait for a table and there were plenty of people to judge while we ate and drank.
After dinner we lost two girls to a random party and the rest of us trotted back to Hanna apartment for some pre drinks. In shocking form, Hanna didn’t have any vodka, or mixers… just my mortal enemy Tequila. Now Tequila and I have not been on speaking terms since my sophomore year spring break. If you were there, you know why. If you have seen me drink tequila after that episode, then you know why. For those of you who are blessed to not have been at any of those events, let’s just say it ends with me projectile vomiting the minute the liquid touches my lips.
Anyway, back to the story at hand. So we got back to her apartment to drink and for Hanna to change outfits. Just like an after school program, I succumbed to peer pressure to shoot the vile Tequila. And in shocking form, it stayed in my stomach! Score! The night was off to a good start for me… That was until round two of tequila taking which I was smart enough to not partake in… because of a simple little comment from me, I had one girl spitting up her chaser onto another girl who then projectile vomited in the sink. Oooops.
With a quick clean up we were off to drink at the Loon. Known in Dallas for its extremely strong drinks it was a great pre party location for us. While at the Loon, we happened to run into a Santa Pub Crawl where all of the guys were dressed as Santa. Badass. So after some conversation with them, we were invited to join them at their next location. Since we had drinks to finish, we let them continue on and told them we would meet up. Sure enough when we were finally leaving the Loon, we went to their next bar and they were on their way out. That didn’t stop them from ushering us all on their party bus for the next location of fun.
After downing a Dos Equis (seriously who was I?) in the party bus we ended up at Teddy’s. This is one of Hanna and I most frequented dance party locations in Dallas and in true form, we got straight to business. After a couple of awesome moves around the floor, I noticed that Hanna got her hands on a Santa Hat. After some of her awesome moves, she then gave me the Santa Hat. Of course not wanting to wear it, I thought about twirling it around. Then in what I thought was my greatest idea ever, I grabbed a second Santa Hat. And started dancing… like a rave kid with glow sticks. With Santa Hats. The worst part about it, I thought I was awesome. Sure enough the dance floor cleared and I continued my hopping and Santa Hat swirling. Finally after becoming breathless form the exertion, I gave up the hats to their rightful owners and walked to the side. Once I went to the side, some random guy looked at me and said “That just happened.” Yeah, it did. And a smart girl would have retired her awesome moves for the night…but not me!
After a few Santa Hat free dance moves, I saw the most glorious thing out of the corner of my eye. The head Santa had pulled out a package of GLOW STICKS! Yessss! The club was in for a treat. Sure enough, I grabbed two sticks and started wielding them around like a crazed Star Wars fan. Once again, the floor clears. And what I learned later was not to watch my awesome moves, but rather to avoid getting whacked in the face by my glowing whips. Trust me it is not a great feeling, since I whacked myself multiple times in my dance routine. Ooops.
To avoid further embarrassment, the pack of girls and I left Teddy’s and went on to another club. Once again I tried to re-live my glow stick dancing ways. Except this time the club was extremely packed and I know I hit a lot of people. Next thing I know. I am getting a stern talking to by one of the bar workers. It went something like this…”It’s not that I care that you have glow sticks. It’s that I care that you are hitting people with them. So if you aren’t careful, I am going to have to ask you leave.” Yeah, let’s just say the night just went downhill from there for me. We finished the night with a few more dance moves and then hanging out in a hotel lobby with fabulous drunk gays. Oh what a night…
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