So I've never been a big fan of clubs, or dancing, or dancing in clubs for that matter. But when I'm sitting home alone at 8pm on a Saturday night I can't exactly turn down an invitation.
After meeting up with everyone at a friend's place, we all packed in my buddy Sean's car and listened to 80's pop music the entire way to a club called Necto. I had been there once before for a Halloween party, but that was less of a dance and more of a "gawk at the scantily clad naughty-(Insert popculture figure here)". But the place is nice enough, and aside from the freakish abundance of creepy Armenian guys that can't help but hit on my female friends, has a decent turnout of interesting people. Including "epicbeardman v2.0" as Hillary dubbed him. A man that looks EXACTLY how I imagine epicbeardman looked in his younger years.
The first thing I noticed upon getting into the club was a mass of party balloons tied down around 3 tables of middle aged women. I assumed it was a birthday at first, but that idea evaporated the second that I saw a thirty something year old woman wearing a brides veil. A bachelorette party. Oshit.
After mingling around a bit and dancing with some Asian chicks that are barely as tall as my chest (Being 6'3 really has its disadvantages...), I found surrounded by a bunch of older women. I assumed that I had just drifted into a group of the women from the bachelorette party. Suspicions were confirmed when I found myself in a bridesmaid and bride to be sandwich. And I must say, as far as older women go, they were pretty damn good looking. Cheers to them.
2 hours of decent dubstep/DnB/Generic club music from MC Yoda and DJ Hardy and a lifetime of cheesy dance moves later, the gang and I were getting the hell out of Necto, and on to 7-11 for some slushies. After a night of dancing in a club that must have been well above 100 degrees inside, the cold winter Michigan air and a Mountain Dew slushie are the two greatest things in the entire world.
Song: Men Without Hats - Safety Dance
Something along the lines of what we were listening to on the way to Necto. Good ol' 80's dance music...