Dear Friends...
Okay. So I finally did the hookah thing that everybody and their great-grandma have been schmoozing about. It was an experience. I'm guessing it would have more appeal to a smoker, and I'm not one. I could only taste the "flavor" like the first two...hits? Do I say that for hookah? Hits? It would have been way less fun if we had actually went to a hookah bar, cause they don't sell alcohol. The place we went to had both.
Halfway through the night, I realized I should have drank a lot more. I think the exact moment was when we walked inside (the hookah was outside), and surveyed the dancefloor. Here we had the token club-goers, plus a few others. There was the token skinny girl with her fat friend playing lesbians. You know the ones. The poor skinny girl does all the work, maybe why she's the skinny one, while the fat one acts as a kind of base. Kinda reminds me of a cat and a scratching post. The post doesn't really have any purpose except to be there. Except instead of getting clawed, the post gets an ass pushed into her face every time the song hits a certain beat.
Then we had the circle of black guys. Gotta give them credit cause you can tell they all are wearing brand new clothes and trying way too hard to party like it's 1999.
Then there were the not-so-usual characters, but you'll probably still recognize them. First there was this girl that was obviously drugged. She was doing this dance where one hand was up by her face and her middle finger was like angled backwards. It looked kinda like a guitar hand, but this was no air guitar player. She just kept swaying, not really dancing. The weird part was that her eyes were totally shut the whole time. She only opened them to gulp down her drink at the table she managed to find with her eyes closed.
Almost as creepy was the sweaty Saturday Night Fever guy. This guy was dancing like it was his job. Seriously, he was drenched in sweat and didn't even look like he was enjoying it. He had this determined look in his face that made me wonder if he was secretly participating in a contest with the temporary blind girl. At one point he grabbed my arm and nodded towards him like he wanted to dance, and I gave him an honest response with a face that said "Friend, I could never keep up with what you're doin' there." All in all, we had a really good time, despite the freak show that surrounded us. And now when your great-grandparents are all bragging about hookah, I can say...
"Yo! I did that and it doesn't "relax you," or "get you high" or "make you go into orgasmic tremors," and IT'S NOT THAT FUN!!!"
<3, AF