last call

Eli and I went out last Saturday night and because of how little we actually do this--get out of the house for fun things like hanging out in dark bars late at night drinking beer and listening to loud music without the fear of waking a baby—I didn’t want to come home. When I was a kid, we had to come in from playing at night once the streetlights came on. Last call is my adult streetlight and it’s still as painful as it was back when I was a child. I’m never ready to call it a night.

We went to see a band and after the band was done playing we went downstairs to the club. The DJ was playing terrible music so everyone was just standing around drinking beer while the lights flickered over the huge, deserted dance floor. It’s always the beer that does this to me, but as I looked out over the dance floor, I could feel my inner dancing queen revving up. I imagined myself out there, spinning and twirling under the lights and then suddenly I had to be on the dance floor.

I tried to convince my friends that they should dance with me, but no one was drunk enough to get out on the dance floor alone in front of a bar full of people. I wasn’t either, but we were in a bar in a city we never hang out in, where no one knows us except for the people in our group.

The perfect place for a disco solo.

So I walked out into the middle of the floor by myself, stood there quietly for a second feeling the music and letting the lights wash over me, and then, once everyone was probably starting to wonder about the girl just standing there in the middle of the dance floor not dancing, I busted out my very best Saturday Night Fever pose.

And it was AWESOME.

I got a few cheers, but before I could do more Eli pulled my disco fabulous self off the dance floor and back to our table. Where I spent a little time explaining that I was not drunk. The music and lights just bring out my inner dance freak.

When I went to the bathroom I found a blue glow necklace on the sink that someone had left behind and it was still glowing strong. I never stopped to wonder why there would be a glow necklace in the bathroom, I just put it on my neck and wore it for the rest of the night. And when we got home I kept it on and wore it to bed so Eli could find me in the covers when he got back from taking the babysitter home.

I kept the necklace on even after he found me, and it needs to be said: there's nothing like the blue glow shining off your lover's skin to take sex to a whole new level. It's like fucking a superhero...even though now that I'm out of the moment, I can't think of any glowing blue superheroes. Only muppets. I guess I may have been a little drunk.

I’ve decided that we need to make a habit of getting out a little more, and it would be fun to go to random bars in random cities where we can dominate the dance floor and shake our groove thang in complete anonymity. Unfortunately, Eli doesn’t like to dance so I’ll have to find a different date. But how do you go about wording something like that in a personals ad?  Probably keep it simple.

Married white female looking for Just Jack.