Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Just Bounce With Me

"No, come on, it's easy. I promise. All you gotta do is just bend at the knee, keeping time with the beat. Just bounce with me, and every once in a while pop your hip to the side. If you drink at the same time it won't look as bad, either. Just drink fast cos your beer goes flat if you don't."

Yes, those words came out of the mouth of...me.

Going out ten years ago was cake. It was a whole lot of cake. Chocolate even. We'd open the night at a restaurant bar, stay for about an hour, and then mosey on down the street (literally...it was across the road) to the local meat house for the "older" people, and dance and drink til "closing time" (remember that song?...I know who I want to take me home). Waking up the next day only produced slight soreness in the legs and a vague smell of tobacco and beer on your breath. Nine out of ten times, the stale smell seeping slowly through the air served as enticement and encouragement for a night of the same.

Good times...good times.

As luck, fate, and whatever the hell you want to call it, I found myself chaperoning a dance Friday night. Someone (me) came up with the bright idea to go to the neighboring bar (small, local, full of "mature" men). I mean, we were there, we were old enough (forty is old enough, right?), and the dance ended at eight so there was sure to be more than enough time for us to socialize and have a good time sans kids (snicker). So we went.

Well...remember a few posts back? My newly single boss? Female? Attractive? Single? Female?

Seems like all of those nice "mature" patrons of the local watering hole wanted to keep her and company with a nice supply of water. Round after round after round, and before you know it, we were leaving the safe watering hole, filled with lions wearing dentures and venturing out to the big town...teeming with cheetahs.

Or so we thought.

I have to say, I picked a good time to be married. The female:male ratio is like 1,000,000 to 2, and I have to say, the odds are not in the female favor. Cheese and rice, when did that population boom bust out at the seems?

All said, we had a good time. Drank lots of beer. Listened to a good band. Smoked. I must smoke when I drink. It goes hand in hand...literally.

I must say though, flashing forward ten years and waking up the next day, beer and stale smoke playing tag on the strip of my tongue, didn't have the same effect on me as it once did. There was no repeat performance that Saturday night. My legs creaked, my ass ached, I had gas.

But it was worth it.

We're doing it again this weekend.

This time the husband is coming.

It's some one's birthday.

Good times...good times.


  1. Good times indeed!
    Closing time, one last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer.... : )

  2. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here...

    I love going out so. much. (I may have vaguely alluded to that once or twice...) so glad you got out and even gladder (gladder? really?) that there will be a repeat performance this weekend.


  3. Nice to hear from you again! Sounds like you had a good time. Heck, old ain't dead, right? Hope your repeat performance this weekend is just as much fun!

  4. Um, would that birthday be yours?

  5. No, not my birthday! Mine is in Jan, thank goodness. Not ready for that one yet. It's someone I work with. He's going to be the ripe old age of 24. Imagine that!

  6. Awesome! Its always nice to get out and have fun :)

  7. I tend to say NO at first when a friend wants to go out but if they can convince we I am so glad they did! Sounds like a fun time. Partying with a 24-year-old? That ought to be good for a few laughs.

  8. thought I'd stop by and wish you a Merry Christmas!