The Dance

Going to 60's soul nights around here kind of reminds me of the poor mans hipster sock hop. Everyone is decked out in their most ironic 60's outfits, get hammered, and try showing off to one another.

I think the most puzzling thing about it is that everyone makes all this effort to get gussied up and then refuses to do anymore work, once they're out. Every one's attitude in this fucking city is that the men (0r women, in some cases) should come to them. No wonder they bitch and moan about their sexless empty lives.

One would think that I just described myself but I'm proud to say that the most idiotic yet impulsive thing I've ever done is go up to the beautiful Kimber at this so called 60's night and ask for some digits. I can only recall specific moments from that night, especially the awesome line up of hits the DJ kept playing.

I had only heard about these nights through various co-workers who joked that these 60's retro nights were now over run with young punks. Kind of like any 80's flashback club you step into today. Where as us mid twenty year old's are the nuisance of Motown lovers, anyone born before 198o at New Wave night is an automatic head ache.

So, believe it or not I used to be quite impulsive in search of some sort of inspiration or change in my life and I visited "The Kitty Lounge." As soon as I stepped in I was hit in the face with "Love Man" by Otis Redding which made me feel like I was stepping on set to the poor mans "Dirty Dancing." I couldn't believe the amount of wall flowers dressed to the nine ignoring one another. Literally people were fighting back their urge to dance like it had been outlawed. Immediately I jumped from one bad 80's movie to another.

This was 60's night! I had waited to attend a night like this since I had gotten my Paul Pfieffer glasses. I wasn't going to miss this. After consuming three shots of whiskey and a beer to get me going. People were inching toward the dance floor waiting for those first people to get things started.

That was when I spotted Kimber. It was destiny. For the first time in a long time I felt this gravitational pull toward something and an emotion inside me was sparked. I hate to throw around the word soul mates, but somehow my spotty blackouts from the whiskey brought me to this sudden and new conclusion.

Kimber was my inspiration.