Do you know what it feels like to PLAN to go a club, realize you haven’t been in forever and have no idea what to wear or how to be? Let’s take this scenario and make it more retarded by being on a business trip and not having “club clothes” packed. I know what to wear if I’m going to Vegas. It’s a cocktail dress, fab heels/boots – whichever is fine as long as they are sky high and of course bring your A+ game. Ladies, this is your “A” game, sprinkled with hair and body glitter. Men, this is your best outfit, haircut, fresh shave with a heaping helping of swag…did I spell that right?
What if you’re in Seattle? I spent 4 months in Seattle earlier this year but I went to maybe one dance club the entire time to meet up with my friend White Pacman from the bay area. He picked some club that played 80’s + 90’s music and the people dressed kinda drab, to be expected since it’s soggy about 85% of the time. I thought that can’t possibly be all Seattle has to offer, it’s got to have some sort of vibrant nightlife.
I was excited to go to Capitol Hill on Friday night because I’m told that’s where the nightlife is. I went to Havana with my biz partner and my DJ friend. It was sort of surreal, the girls are dressed in club gear (short dresses and high heels) and guys looked sloppy. Maybe irons are outlawed because they might get electrocuted from the dampness. What a let down! Poor girls, this is your selection? How will they ever mate? I even went outside to check out the scenery thinking maybe the hot guys haven’t been admitted yet…nope more of the same. I really went outside because I was burning up in the club, they had one fan and it was impossible to dance in that sort of heat. The best place in the club was sitting and chatting with the bouncer because he was elevated near a door that was open to let the cool outside air in. Plus it’s always good to be friends with the bouncers.
When I came back, I saw one cute guy who was with the tall, blond chick my DJ friend was hitting on. He was tall, had dark hair, looked like he worked out and kept fit just not to juice head status. I later find out Mr. Hottie was a reserve Seattle Sounder (ummm what?) So that means he’s a player for the soccer team. Well no wonder he’s on reserve, if he was a starter he wouldn’t be out at the club the night before a match…just saying.
That concluded my night at Havana. A few years ago, I would have been dying to go out every weekend, now not so much. I had fun dancing and watching my friends interact with the locals. I just didn’t want anyone trying to talk me, I couldn’t hear anything but the beat and I can only do so much smiling and nodding…I’m getting OLD!
Cute story! I hear ya, girlfriend! Clubbing just isn’t what it used to be…. I’ve learned it’s best to bring my own posse! Any time you’re in Dallas, give me a shout and I’ll be your WingGirl! We will hit the clubs Texas style, darlin’! 🙂