It’s official. Nerd Girl is old.
Friday a coworker asked if I wanted to go with her to hear another coworker’s band. I am always turning her down and figured that if I could find a sitter for Lovegirl, I’d go. I called P for one thing and she ended up agreeing to watch the kid.
So off I went to this hotel to hear the band play. Y’all. When we walked up all I saw were dudes in cowboy hats and wranglers. Okaaaaay. We paid the cover charge (5 whole dollars which shoulda told me something) and go in. I wanted to cry. Old people, drunk young(ish) people and four random black dudes in the corner. I never go out and on the one night I do, this is what I get? Sigh.
The band was good – they play cover songs. So, we’re sitting there screaming talking over the music, and finally I say two tears in a bucket. I’m out, I’ve paid my money, I’m about to have some fun. I get on the dance floor and just start acting a fool. They play Guns N Roses – I’m jumping up and down and nodding my head like I’m in a mosh pit. They play Cupid Shuffle – I’m walking it out. They play Prince – I’m doing my best reenactment of the Kiss video. I had a ball! And picked up two new “friends” along the way. A slightly creepy dude with a huge earring in his ear who kept telling me “I liiiiike the way you move,” and a slightly creepier girl who just kept grinning at and trying to dance with me. Moving along.
Saturday morning/afternoon I went and ran errands with P and the chirren. We had lunch and we made it home around 4. Lovegirl and I promptly headed upstairs to nap. I didn’t wake up until almost 10. I am still sore and tired – and it is Sunday as I’m typing this. I don’t understand how two hours of acting a fool on the dance floor results in my needing physical therapy rehab. I’m tired, my back hurts, my ankles are sore. When and how did this happen? I’ve never been a party girl, but I used to be able to hang. A little….
When’s the last time you went out? Can you still hang? Could you ever???