Drunk hotties at the V.C. encouraged me and my friend Angie to do shots and then invited us dancing with them to Lola's. So we went! And fun was had. It wasn't a mind-bending bachhanal, but a fun, moderately adventurous evening anyway. Angie said I was a good dancer, which is nice because I usually assume I look like a fool.
(This is why I always need to drink prodigously before dancing--I have to reach that state where I'm insenisble to petty concerns of self-consiousness, but shy away from that stage where I actualy loose consciousness itself.)
Oh, and about Lola's: it's a dance room above the Crystal Ballroom and evidently Fridays are '80s night there. And people really do get into it, dressing up and all. It was a bit bizarre--it was like my freakin' prom in there. Except I was older (and, I hope, somewhat less nervous). No luckier in the post-soiree happenings, however. Ah, some things never change.
We got out relativley early after they played Billy Idol's "Dancing With Myself. (Best '80s dancing song ever!) Having lived through the '80s I can only take an hour or two of nostalgia before I'm aching to return to the present.
(This is why I always need to drink prodigously before dancing--I have to reach that state where I'm insenisble to petty concerns of self-consiousness, but shy away from that stage where I actualy loose consciousness itself.)
Oh, and about Lola's: it's a dance room above the Crystal Ballroom and evidently Fridays are '80s night there. And people really do get into it, dressing up and all. It was a bit bizarre--it was like my freakin' prom in there. Except I was older (and, I hope, somewhat less nervous). No luckier in the post-soiree happenings, however. Ah, some things never change.
We got out relativley early after they played Billy Idol's "Dancing With Myself. (Best '80s dancing song ever!) Having lived through the '80s I can only take an hour or two of nostalgia before I'm aching to return to the present.
I am resting and mending as to be sure to attend the party.