It’s a warm Saturday night.
Katie and I had just gotten back from a long day of shopping, exhausted
I collapsed into the couch next to Drew. “I think I want to take a long bath.” Drew
says with a sleepy smile. “Hmm a night
on the coach sounds great. “ I add.
Katie looks woefully back at the
two of. “I’m bored.” She declares.
Inside I have to laugh, Drew and I are not used to such constant activity
and Katie’s energizer bunny attitude shames me into action. I grab my lap top and state, “Alright well it’s
10 pm, let’s see what Abington’s night life looks like.” Drew and Katie laugh at me simultaneously. Abington is a small quite town on the
outskirts of Boston. The main population here is suburban families and
retirees. Yet, I always did love a good challenge.
I
started scrolling through my goggle search announce destinations aloud, most of
which were bars or bowling allies. I look up at Katie to see if anything caught
her attention. Her blank stare, let me know she less then enthused to spend her
Saturday night at Joe’s American Bar and
Grill. After a few more moments I struck gold, “Katie there is a night club 20
minutes from here called Vincent’s. Cover charge is only ten bucks.” “Do you guys want to go?” Katie asks tentatively
with a twinkle of excitement in her eye.
I sigh
and working up my most energetic smile say,
“Sure we do! Don’t we Drew!” Drew says
nothing. I can see the panic forming in his eyes at the thought of giving up a
relaxing bath to be designated driver for his wife and her best friend. Even worse, I might
expect him to dance too! I elbow him in the ribs and with a little coaxing, he
slowly nods and states, “why the hell not.”
After a
feverish rush to get “nightclub” hot, we rush to the car to try to make it to
the club before midnight. As we arrive we
see a packed parking lot and bouncers out-front. “This is a good sign.” I declare aloud. Surly
a busy nightclub is an indication of a good time, right.
As we
walk in the bouncer looks slightly amused to see us. Is it something we were
wearing? Were we overdressed, under-dressed? I don’t do this sort of thing
often. It could be any number of things. The bouncer asks for ID, and when
seeing our PA licenses nods his head as if had just solved a riddle. “You guys
are from PA, huh?", he says with a smile. Well, have a good time.” While trying to unravel the Bouncers mystery statement
we walked through the entrance and into the lobby.
While
paying our cover charge, anticipation and excitement flooded me. Katie and I were ready to get our dance on. Bring on the Usher, Rihanna, Nicki Minaj,
Flow Rider and Pit bull! After paying we
finally entered the big black door. The club music flooded my ears and bright,
neon, yellow, blue and red lights shown down on hundreds of people. For a moment I was completely disoriented.
Wait a minute was that Billy Jean, by Michael Jackson playing?!
As my eyes adjusted to the lights I realized
my mistake and everything made sense. I now
knew why the bouncer thought we were out of place! Unfortunately, Katie and Drew had realized it quicker than
me. “ Jenae, you brought us to a elderly night club!” Katie declared loudly
over the music. To my horror I realized
they were right. There was not a single person under the age of 40 in the
entire room! There were hundreds of inebriated
older people bobbing awkwardly around the room with rhyme or reason and
certainly without rhythm!
“This
is awesome!” Drew declared loudly. “ It’s
the funniest thing I have ever seen! Check that guy out over there.” Following
his finger I saw which dancer had caught his eye. The middle aged gentleman was
shorter in stature and dressed head to toe, Michael Jackson style with a white top hat, white jackets, undone
tie, and white pants. He also had sequined
silver socks and 1 matching silver glove.
To describe this mans unique form of dance would takes hundreds if not
thousands of words. Let’s just say, his signature
move was taking his right ankle and tucking it behind his neck while gyrating
with his hips and making a grand sweeping gesture with his left arm. In short, it was one of the craziest and most entertaining
drunk dances I have ever seen.
The
night was filled with many such spectacles. There was the lady who loved spinning
in repetitive circles and attempting scissor kicks. We also saw jazz hands, a
man jog dancing in the corner, and my personal favorite, the grandma grind. There were of course several shinning stars in
this club. One couple in their late fifties actually had great moves and did an
impressive salsa dance. While it’s true
the good dancers were few and far between, everyone was having a good time and
cutting loose and we enjoyed every minute. While we did not get a lot of
dancing in we did have a lot of laughs.
At the
end of the night we all agreed we had learned three valuable lessons:
1.
Never let Jenae pick out night clubs.
2. A night out beats a night on the coach.
3.
A travel experience might not be what you expect, however, it could be even better
if you embrace it with a good
attitude.
--Jenae
