Girls' Night Out - Part Two (It's Taylor's)

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Last Saturday, I regaled you with my tale of "romance on the dance floor" in Part One of Girls' Night Out.  However, Slick Rick's fancy footwork was simply the introduction to our night.  Taylor's is a place people go to let loose...and let loose they did.  Without further ado, here is another glimpse into my night out on the town. 

Taylor's has two dance floors.  One typically plays Top 40 music while the other tends to have classics from the 80's and 90's.  I love the classics but couldn't really get into the groove of things.  Then it hit me.  They hadn't played any Michael Jackson!  The DJ was taking requests so I slipped into his booth to make mine.  He smiled at me saying, "What do you think I'm playing next?"  Kismet!  Unfortunately, I forgot to check his ring finger. 

Sure enough, my mental love affair with the DJ was not in vain.  The opening bass line to "Billie Jean" filled the room.  Not only was he playing MJ, but he was playing my all-time favorite, super mo-jo song.  I've played this song to prepare for finals, job interviews, first dates and other important moments in my life.  It holds significance.  I swept my feet to the beat and pulled out every MJ Experience for Wii move I could conjure up.  Somehow I ended up moonwalking into an innocent bystander.  He understood.  It is Taylor's after all.   

Jen and I ventured to the more modern dance floor to see what they had to offer.  There were a few people dancing, but we decided to play it cool for a bit.  That was until "The Cupid Shuffle" came on.  An entire room breaking out into a synchronized dance number is irresistible.  We had to join in.  All was well until a 4 inch stiletto met my left foot.  That's my sliding foot for crying out loud!  The offender apologized.  I shrugged my shoulders, smiled at her and limped my way through the rest of the dance number.  After all, it is Taylor's.  The show must go on. My toe is expected to make a full recovery.

A few songs later, we were still going strong in the Top 40 room.  Jen kept motioning for me to look over at a gentleman across the dance floor.  Being over six feet tall, Jen catches all the good stuff.  At 5'4, I appear to be her Cabbage Patch Kid sidekick and can only catch the action when she sits me on her shoulders.   Apparently the gentleman in question grabbed his dance partner's hair and sniffed it as she walked away.  They didn't come together and we were pretty sure he didn't know her. A little weird.  But hey, it's Taylor's.

All in all, it was a night well spent. 

S/n:  I spent a good portion of my day battling a migraine. I celebrated its departure by purchasing a slice of my all time fave Kahlua Cocoa Coffee Cheesecake.  After losing 34 pounds this year, I don't think I've loathed myself and loved life so much at the same time.

Girls' Night Out - Part One

   Picture from voodoovogue.co.uk. 

  Picture from voodoovogue.co.uk. 

Hitting the club scene used to be one of my favorite pastimes.  I've slowed down quite a bit.  When I say quite a bit I mean I don't go at all.   A friend of mine suggested we go out and I figured, "Hey, why not".  Without a doubt, it was a decision I do not regret. 

We decided to go to a place called Taylor's.  What I love about Taylor's is the variety of people.  Regardless of age, ethnicity, or social status - everyone is there to have a good time.  I've yet to be disappointed by my experiences there. 

My friend *Jen and I were standing just off of the dance floor and a gentleman in a three piece suit with wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail circled around me then looked me up and down. I knew what this tribal dance meant and I was prepared for the challenge. He led me to the dance floor where he proceeded to dazzle me with his fancy footwork.  While I wasn't really sure what he was up to, I figured "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em".  A full length mirror lined the wall in front of us.  At one point he slid over to it and smoothed his mustache.  The whole scene was pure comedy.  I kept searching for my friend (she's over 6 feet making her impossible to miss) but alas, she had not followed me out to the dance floor.   

Later, Jen and I went outside for some fresh air.  Who was out there but Mr. Smooth Moves himself.  He walked over to us.  The conversation went something like this: 

Him:  What's your name?

Me: Veronica. 

Him: You don't say?  I have a sister named Veronica.   My name is Rick.

Me: Oh, like Slick Rick? 

Him: There's nothing slick about me. 

Me (inner thought bubble): Sir, your hair is glistening in the pale moonlight as we speak and you smoothed it back during your last sentence.  I'd say that's pretty slick. 

Him: Are you married?

Me (inner thought bubble): Quick, think of something.   We're actually together. 

                                                  He looks at my friend. 

Him: What your name? 

Jen:  Jen. 

Him: I have a sister named Jen.  What are the chances of that?  I have a sister named Veronica and a sister named Jen. 

Jen:  We have to go now. 

Note to self - claiming your friend as your s/o to avoid unwanted advances worked ten years ago.  In 2013, it is not only acceptable, but coveted.  I need a new exit strategy.   There's more to come on tonight's adventure ladies and gentlemen.  Stay tuned!