dance roots and the days of yore.
going to a bar is always an experience.
going to a club is always another. i prefer the club scene cause i like to shake my rump-ah!
even when i was a little candy girl i loved to get all sweaty and dance... till the break of dawn.
but enough beastie boys.
i loooovee going out. i dont do it as much as i would like, but when i do, i do it up.
hair did, nails did, whatever i have time for really.
i like the ambiance of a poppin club and the dressed up folks gettin dirty on the dance floor.
i miss my san diego girls and the adventures wed find ourselves in. i mean, i got into the dance scene after relentless weekends in TJ on avenida revolucion. $2, $3 drinks, sticky floors, no tp in the bathroom, hands comin at you from every direction, whistles and tequilla. that's where all my fuggin dance moves come from, haha, but i try to keep it clean nowadays.
after the tj scene died out, i moved over to the "party" scene. thats what all the hardcore kids would call it, but other folks just called them raves. that scene was a little different with some similar elements. $6, $7 dollar drinks, muggy dance floors, candy coated girls, fucked up chicks in the bathroom, occasional tp, people laying on the floor, light shows, love, and lotsa big pupils.
both scenes were party till the morning, though we wouldn't get back to san diego till 6 or 7 sometimes cause of the border. i wouldnt stop dancing at parties till 4 and then drive home and they were usually fuckin faaarrrr.
i cant blame anyway who doesnt know how to be comfortable in a new scene, especially a bar scene. all i can do is suggest many nights of tequilla and tijuana.
going to a club is always another. i prefer the club scene cause i like to shake my rump-ah!
even when i was a little candy girl i loved to get all sweaty and dance... till the break of dawn.
but enough beastie boys.
i loooovee going out. i dont do it as much as i would like, but when i do, i do it up.
hair did, nails did, whatever i have time for really.
i like the ambiance of a poppin club and the dressed up folks gettin dirty on the dance floor.
i miss my san diego girls and the adventures wed find ourselves in. i mean, i got into the dance scene after relentless weekends in TJ on avenida revolucion. $2, $3 drinks, sticky floors, no tp in the bathroom, hands comin at you from every direction, whistles and tequilla. that's where all my fuggin dance moves come from, haha, but i try to keep it clean nowadays.
after the tj scene died out, i moved over to the "party" scene. thats what all the hardcore kids would call it, but other folks just called them raves. that scene was a little different with some similar elements. $6, $7 dollar drinks, muggy dance floors, candy coated girls, fucked up chicks in the bathroom, occasional tp, people laying on the floor, light shows, love, and lotsa big pupils.
both scenes were party till the morning, though we wouldn't get back to san diego till 6 or 7 sometimes cause of the border. i wouldnt stop dancing at parties till 4 and then drive home and they were usually fuckin faaarrrr.
i cant blame anyway who doesnt know how to be comfortable in a new scene, especially a bar scene. all i can do is suggest many nights of tequilla and tijuana.