That’s right, I danced again to our favorite band, Northwest Transit Band, in our favorite walkable club, Celebrities. This time things were different. That is besides the fact it only took 1.75 beers to get me on the dance floor. Instead of just me and Tere on a faux date, it was a double faux date. Tere has an actual boyfriend.
Okay, quick sidebar. What is the proper term for “boyfriend” at our ages? “Manfriend” sounds like a name for a butler. One of the ladies at the Koffee Klatch called him her significant other, but they’ve been dating for a month; I think they would have to be dating longer for the “significant” label. Anyways…
Tere wrangled another female friend of hers (from Quail Hollow) that I also know. As a matter of fact, she was on the trip to Lebanon with us back in May. I don’t know if it was intentional so that I wouldn’t feel like a third wheel, but that wouldn’t have happened because apparently Jason wasn’t a dancer. Tere and I did dance to about three or four songs. Then again it could have been intentional, because the fourth of our group was not a dancer either, so she and Janson could chat while Tere and I were making fools of ourselves on the dance floor.
Another sidebar. The female friend’s name is Donna, and that would be perfect; if we happened to take a liking to each other, I couldn’t screw up by calling her the wrong name in the throws of passion. But that wasn’t going to happen; she is nice enough, but there just wasn’t any chemistry there.
On Tere’s and my second dance, we kind of paired up a bit with a second couple, and they ended up moving to our table. So it became a triple faux date because they were brother and sister-in-law. After three drinks Tere and Jason wanted to bail. I had just acquired a 4th beer, so I said, “I’m going to stay and finish this.” At that point they left, and Donna went with them (see no chemistry), so I danced with the 3rd woman for a song, and then the band took a break. I finished off the beer, and we three hit the exit. They to their car, and I hit the bricks for the 1/4 mile walk home.
Oh, and four beers is one too many. As they did the first time, the waitress grabs everyone’s charge card to start running a tab, and I’ll give you three guesses as to who of the group forgot to get their card before leaving. If your first guess was me, you don’t need those other guesses.