Never a dull moment with me on the weekends
I found myself at a club in the D last weekend (btw, is it still cool to call Detroit "the D"?). It was the club's Alice in Wonderland private party. And yes, there were mushrooms and cupcakes. After a few overpriced and underwhelming vodka-and-cokes, I took the advice of a friend and ordered a martini, or two. Twenty minutes later, I was higher than a kite in a gd hurricane. So I decided that I would attempt to "dance it off".
Also on the dance floor was an Albania kid, encircled by and dancing with his peeps (forgive me because I'm positive that it's no longer cool to say "peeps", nor was it ever). After a few minutes, he burst from his huddle of friends, came up to me, shook my hand, and said "you are the only white boy I have seen who dance like the people from my country!" I had no idea what that meant, exactly, but took it as a compliment.
After we finished our required dancing duel, I decided it was a good time to stop drinking vodka and to start drinking water for the rest of the night, and eventually rode home on one of Alice's magic mushrooms.
Also on the dance floor was an Albania kid, encircled by and dancing with his peeps (forgive me because I'm positive that it's no longer cool to say "peeps", nor was it ever). After a few minutes, he burst from his huddle of friends, came up to me, shook my hand, and said "you are the only white boy I have seen who dance like the people from my country!" I had no idea what that meant, exactly, but took it as a compliment.
After we finished our required dancing duel, I decided it was a good time to stop drinking vodka and to start drinking water for the rest of the night, and eventually rode home on one of Alice's magic mushrooms.