All work and no play makes me a little cranky. So, we decided to take advantage of a free admittance ticket to Boogie Nights, a 1970's dance venue, just to see what it was about. We used to dance a lot. I miss that.
The music was deafening, and the DJ had the bass so loud our legs vibrated as we sat. Speaking of sitting, there were twelve tables in the whole place and booths for VIPs. Booths that cost $100 to rent for the evening. I laughed out loud at the price.
The music was not the only entertainment. There was a guy in his early 20s wearing jeans and an open vest. He had abs of steel. I commented to the older lady next to us, "All brawn, no brains, probably." We had a good laugh.
Then when a young lady, also early 20s roller skated past us in too short, short-shorts, my honey made a funny as he caught a glance from behind.
"Whoa! That girl is nuclear. She has fallout."
We danced. We DANCED! We fast danced to four songs, I think, maybe it was five, because there was no break between songs and they all had the same beat. After that, we sat down, winded, caught our breath and left. Revived. Ready for bed.
Off to more editing. I will check in now and then, but doubt I will have much time to respond.
Please don't go away for good.