Okay, my mommies group? Uh…they are a bit wild. Okay, a LOT wild.
I picked up my passengers and off we went to Charlotte. Turns out, the club we went to (an 80s club) is right next to ImaginOn, which is where I take the kids to their children’s theater productions. We went in and there were already 6-7 women there, but eventually we had over 20 women from my part of SC and Charlotte! It was awesome!
I was the designated driver, but told my new BFF Keshia to try a Malibu Rum and Pineapple. I told her I’d drink vicariously through her. She had never had Malibu before and declared the drink good after she had a sip.
The dance floor wasn’t open yet – apparently they keep everyone downstairs until about 10 p.m. and then let people upstair which is where the dance floor is. I wore my bowling shoes to dance in because they don’t stick to dancefloors. Unfortunately, this club had cement floors. *sigh*
So we’re all standing around, and the deejay isn’t really playing anything dance-worthy. We stood around for at least 30 minutes before something reasonable came on. Finally he played something you could shuffle your feet on, and about two dozen people took the dance floor, including me. After about thirty seconds I thought, “Boy am I ever out of shape.” About thirty seconds I thought, “Must. stop. can’t. breathe.” Talk about a depressing moment of truth. I’m FAT people. And I can’t dance because of it.
As the time wore on, more people showed up, and the deejay began playing his “A” list music – Madonna, Michael Jackson. I got out and danced a few more times. The mommies in our group slowly began getting very drunk. And that’s when the cra-zee started. Seriously. WOW. Those women can party. Even at my craziest partying moments did I not behave the way some of these women did. At least I don’t think so – I have blackouts from a few events I went to in the mid-90s (sorry mom – but it’s true).
I told Keshia that basically, music SUCKED in the 80s. Sure, we can be nostalgic about some stuff, but for the most part (as proved by the music last night) the music was pretty bad. Disco got a bad rap. I told her that the BEST song in the 1980s was Shannon’s “Let the Music Play” which single-handedly is responsible for bringing back the underground dance culture which ended in the first couple years after disco died. But “Let the Music Play” is the PERFECT dance song and brought back TRUE dj-culture dance music that eventually led to the rave culture. About 30 minutes later, the dj at our club spun “Let the Music Play.” Keshia and I shrieked with laughter and his the dancefloor.
I tried to do some of my old ravey moves, but the dancefloor at some point was REALLY packed – I was very surprised by how many people came to an 80S CLUB on a Friday night. I guess they had nothing better to do? Most of the people couldn’t really dance, but there were two girls there who were AMAZING hip-hop-rave style dancers and I couldn’t understand why they weren’t at a better club. Maybe there just isn’t any in Charlotte anymore now that Pterodactyl and Mythos are gone?
Anyway, around 12:30 a.m. the women began leaving to go home to their husbands and babies, so I gathered my passengers and we went on our way as well. I was back at my house by 1:30 a.m.
It was a fun night for sure – and yes, the scale was my friend this morning thanks to the calories that I managed to burn off last night.