School's Out

I went to the Retro with Mr Obscurity, Femme Brulee and Pesto last night. It was theme night and anyone in school uniform got in for free. For Mr O and me this meant a shirt and a tie... no biggie. Especially considering Femme Brulee and Pesto were in short skirts and knee high socks. On the way in I got stopped for ID by just about every bouncer, I don't drive so this means showing them my passport. The passport photo is about four years old and from when I had short hair which means I have to pull my hair out of my face for each and every bouncer. At least it's not a cavity search though right? Dance clubs are prime ground for unintentional comedy and I wish I'd brought a video camera. I wanted to do a wildlife style documentary on the 40 year old piece of embarrassment or the crew of leb guys all dancing with each other because no women will go near there.

I don't really dance, I'm too self-conscious. But after a few drinks and a bit of practice I got out on the dance floor and just closed my eyes so I could pretend no one was watching. I'm pretty sure no one was watching anyway but it's easier to pretend there's no one there at all than it is to convince myself they don't care if I dance like a retard. So yeah I danced. Like a retard. I kind of enjoyed it too.