Hit the Clarendon Ballroom last night, one of the more outrageous nights there so far - I attribute it to spillover from the neighborhood drunkfest that was in the general vicinity yesterday. One really good band, one band that made a 4th grader learning violin sound good, and the usual techno in the basement.
Each time we go, I dress down progressively further than the time before, as I go for the dancing, not the hookup. I still don’t seem to be getting the point across, as evidenced by the one gentleman (and I certainly use that term loosely) that was humping my leg in the middle of the dance floor like an unaltered puppy. I am sure he’s got a rather nasty bruise on his foot this morning from where the heel of my shoe planted itself on his foot.
Next time we’ve got to bring some token testosterone and/or I am just going to wear BDU’s…
Don’t get me wrong, it was completely fun, it just gets rather surreal at times. After the leg humping incident, I went upstairs for a beer, and as I am walking along, someone taps my shoulder, I stop and look, thinking maybe it’s someone I know - nope, just a couple random guys, one of them says, “Damn, look at you, walking along like you’ve totally got it going on or something!” If I’d had the beer in my hand already, I would have likely snorted it out my nose. I laughed and promised I wouldn’t let it happen again.
Then there was yet another dance partner, who asked where I was going to school… Cue beer snorting again. Told him I’d gone to GMU but been out for a while now. Oh, when? Um, 1993. Eyes widen. “Wait, how old are you?” *shake off the feeling of being positively ancient* “33, and you?” “I don’t want to tell, cause then you’ll think I’m just a kid.” Well, hell, with that statement, yes. (The answer turned out to be 25.)
Honestly, I was the most conservatively dressed** in the group (and none of us that outrageous to begin with), and yet it seemed to be an attractor… And this is why I really will never figure out men. Admittedly, for whatever reason, my confidence was running really high last night from the moment I parked the car, so maybe that fed into it somehow, but still, surreal.
**Pair of jeans I inherited from my BROTHER, black tank top, long sleeved knit top over that, black slides, hair in the usual “I don’t give a shit” updo and normal makeup… Get there and Abs proceeds to tell me I look “totally hot” *headdesk* NOT THE PLAN!
