Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Born too late..

A few days ago I was possessed.. if I didn't go out dancing I was gonna go crazy.

I was hoping to have as much fun as I had on that one night a month ago..

I found out about this restaurant/lounge downtown that has a middle eastern night weekly.. Unfortunately it's the night of my night class which runs until 9:30pm. This place will not admit you after 10 if you're under 21.

Yours truly looks like she is 14.

My friend Moe is 22, so he's fine. My other friend Sara is under 21, but she had a fake ID. We get there and this place looks like an underground club.. it looked very nice. There are drums going, 5 to 6 belly dancers, and all kinds of middle easterners at the enterence.

We approach, and the bouncer eyes me, smiles, and asks for my ID and a $20 cover. I try to play off the ID and say "ohh I don't have cash.. where can I find an ATM?". He wasn't phased, he points me to where the ATM is, and asks for my ID, I give it to him.. he's like "sorry sweetheart.."

I insist that I wont be having a single drink.. I just wanted to watch the dancers and shake it a bit.. he refuses.

Moe elbows me.. and tells me in a low voice that he'll walk off and that I should try to appeal to the bouncer.. using my "charms" ...

Me..?!

Before I can protest he walks off casually..

I look at the bouncer.. the guy is is a big white man. He has on one of those biker hats and sweat beads and drips off of his forehead.. how am I supposed to butter him up?

Now I warn you, subtelty has never been a virtue of mine.. especially not under pressure.. Sara is looking at me expectantly ..

I look at the bouncer.. smile .. and this is what comes out of my mouth:

- "I like that bald look you've got going on"
He looks baffled..
--"I'm not baaald! "
He removes his biker hat revealing an archipelago of hair..
- "oh .. well, that's .. nice"

Sara groans..

I just couldn't bring myself to do it.. besides, I'm not privy to the wiles and skills of a female courtesan..
and I'm not eye candy! jeez..

Moe is down the street by now laughing his ass off..

We get back in the car and he drives around the town to make me feel better.. but lets face it.. the night was over.

I hadn't slept well in days anyway.. and I was tired. Moe starts talking about various conspiracy theories he has about why the city is so shabby and drug infested..I give him my own theory about how institutionalized education stifles those who think outside the box...

As his voice drones on .. I fall asleep and dream of the night of dancing I would've enjoyed had I only been born 2 years earlier

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