It was a quick 2.5 hour drive, traffic-free. I didn't actually get on the road until 7:30, so it was no wonder the roads were free and clear.
The second I got to the Guest House Tabs was staying at, I dropped off my bags and we went right out to Vixen, a women's club. The second we walked in, I was in awe. I have never seen so many mullets in one place in my entire life! They were in all shapes, lengths, and colors... it was both horrifying and fascinating at the same time.
After I got over the shock of the crowd of C.O.D.'s, my emotions turned to disgust as I listened to the awful music the DJ was spinning. At one point I decided to ask him if he could play something faster. About 5 minutes later he obliged, but the tracks were still just as bad.
Tabs went off to get a drink and I leaned up against a wall. I had already had two, so I wanted to slow down. So there I stood at a women's bar, slightly buzzed and totally disappointed.
Then I saw this cute curly-haired woman walk up to the DJ booth. She appeared to be making a similar request that I had made earlier. After her brief conversation she turned and headed in my direction.
"Doesn't this music just suck?" she asked me.
"That's probably the biggest understatement," I replied. "I want to dance so bad, but I'm so unmotivated."
She laughed and said, "Well, we should suffer through it together. Let's go out there."
I grinned and followed her onto the floor. The DJ was spinning a slower retro beat, a genre which I ordinarily like, except I have no idea where he got his songs from. They were awful. I was guessing he probably waited for bargain record outlets to sell rejects for $2.00 a piece and knows the owner of the club. Either that or had some kind of blackmail weapon on the management. Throughout the night I watched people go up and complain. I'm sure this must not have been the first time people have balked about his sets.
Anyway, the girl, named Monica, absolutely stunned me. She was an inch shorter than me, had olive skin, seductive eyes, and such a sexy way of moving. Our bodies danced perfectly together and after a while I noticed all eyes on us. At one point I caught sight of us in a mirror. Damn, I have to admit, we did look good. : )
Monica and I danced for at least 2 hours. Then we got drinks and talked a bit. She was such a cutie! Turns out she was a singer in a band and in P-Town visiting her friend for the week.
"Where are you from?" I asked.
I was so bummed when her answer was, "Chicago." Well, doesn't that suck. Oh well!
We danced the rest of the night together and had a great time. We exchanged numbers and e-mail addresses, so if anything else, I made a new friend.
After the club closed, Tabs wanted pizza. So we went over to this place called Spiritus. WHAT A MOB SCENE!!! I have never seen so many shirtless cute boys in my entire life!
There were barely any women anywhere! Turns out there was an event called a "Circuit Party" for the 4th of July weekend. It's male specific. Whoops!
So, I was thinking the task of getting Tabs a pepperoni slice was going to be near impossible. Tabs got in line behind the mob. I, on the other hand, slinked around the side and managed to get right up front. This guy tapped me on the shoulder, "Honey, can you order me a large cheese pizza?"
"Sure!" I replied.
I placed the order in addition to Tabs' pepperoni slice.
"$15.50," the cashier replied.
I turned to the guy, "$15.50."
He handed me the money, which I, in turn, passed to the clerk. She gave me the pepperoni slice.
"Listen for the name 'Liz,'" I told the guy.
He thanked me and kissed me on the cheek. "No, thank *you,*" I thought. He just bought Tabs a slice. : )
I struggled my way through the crowd and found Tabs somethere in the middle. Triumphantly I held up her slice.
"How the hell did you do that?!" she asked.
I just grinned at her, winked, then said, "I have my ways..."
"You sure do...!" she said.
I was pretty buzzed during the walk back to her room. But I couldn't believe how much fun I'd had, despite the mullets and bad music.
As we strolled along Commercial Street, dodging drunken gay boys, Lisa said, "I just can't believe it. You're barely here one night and you get a number..."
I just laughed and shrugged my shoulders.