Asian Mob and No Regrets

Well, after my lull from the last post...which apparently bored even me to sleep...I will tell of a story of my friend.

It must have been late June or July, I can't remember. We were in the dance phase. Every weekend we'd go dancing, usually at a certain place but sometimes we'd mix it up. I wore some dippy clothes that resembled "cool" and slicked my hair with enough shit so that it didn't move...not that this was cool, it is just what I did at the time...and then we'd go blow some money. Usually I'd want to kick some guys nuts before we even got 10 feet into the room b/c they'd either be hitting on her or me.

But we would move on into the dancefloor, with the beat ever-expanding in our eardrums. We would become enveloped in the beat, our heart rates rising in each pulsation. Soon we were weaving into the throng of squirming dancers. We'd scope the floor looking for the best dancers and plant there.

On this evening, we located the Asian Mob. It was cool though. We found two hot Asian chicks and three dudes that had a nice corner. Only one guy had the glowsticks, the other two were non-dancing toughs. My date gravitated toward them and we danced there. Amazingly, the dj started to suck real bad. In fact, he scratched (in a bad sense) the shit out a record he was trying to mix. He must have been nuked. The dance floor throbbed to a stall, looking awkward and uncertain. About that time a shrouded figure presented himself on the upper balcony. He hit his hands three times and then threw out glow noodles from his sleeves. He then repeated that three times. Then the shrouded figure disappeared and the music started up again.

I was collecting glow noodles when I noticed that she had disappeared. I kept messing with my free glow noodle, eventually winning recognition from onlookers. It was then that I noticed she had moved onto a floor-mounted speaker. I looked up to see her and an Asian chick dancing on the speaker, much to the delight of everyone. I moved closer, circling my noodle like a hangnoose.

She was moving, really getting it. The dj must have noticed and the music blasted out full force. The crowd was a glitter of neon colors moving in randon specks out of the corner of my eye. The Asian chick was going all out too. I stepped up near the speaker, unsure of the mob elements. They locked eyes with me and showed aggresion, but both the chicks smoothed it over. Sweat flew, butts posed, boobs bounced and lights flashed. I kicked it to the beat and maintained my noodle. I think maybe three gay guys began to consider bi-sexuality....it was a hot, sexy chick scene like no other I'll ever live to see again.

Later we went onward and eventually ended up at Waffle House. I had coffee and she had breakfast. Know this all men: I was very, Very ready to get back home. We finally arrived, showered, and I stepped out for a smoke. You know the rest...came back inside, locked the doors and turned out the lights...poor beautiful thing had worn herself out and was fast asleep. Ouch. Ouch. Blue-blazin' ouch.

Still, the hottest dancing I've ever seen in my life and all the clothes stayed on too. No regrets.