Getting Redneck in G-vegas
I have seen the south, and it is in a saloon in Greenville. Let's set
the scene: For months now, I've been threatening to go to a line
dancing saloon but work, school, ect had pushed it out of the way. But,
now that I've quit work and had finished two of my biggest tests, I
decided finally to go.
Boy, was I glad I did. I want you all to have this experience so I'm not going to go into too much detail but for someone who can barely do the "Electric Slide" it was definately more than worth the cover charge. There was a mechanical bull, dancing on bars, "Git 'er Done!" screamed every couple of minutes, beer, a version of the Hokey Pokey that involved putting your "titties" in and shaking them all about, and a guy who had a shirt with the name "Bubba" who pinched my ass.
Thankfully, I ran into Erica and Sparker, two girls on the rugby team, who gave me a ride home when my friends decided to leave. It was Erica's first time at the club too and she actually got pretty good, while my line dancing skills continued to decline. My only savior was a very flamboyant boy who acted as a traffic operator, indicating when to go left, right, forward, back, and to turn around. I spent most the night twirling in the corner because I didn't get the dances.
For the rest of the week my parents are in town, which is terribly exciting because I have zero dollars and a shopping problem. And then, off to ATL!
Boy, was I glad I did. I want you all to have this experience so I'm not going to go into too much detail but for someone who can barely do the "Electric Slide" it was definately more than worth the cover charge. There was a mechanical bull, dancing on bars, "Git 'er Done!" screamed every couple of minutes, beer, a version of the Hokey Pokey that involved putting your "titties" in and shaking them all about, and a guy who had a shirt with the name "Bubba" who pinched my ass.
Thankfully, I ran into Erica and Sparker, two girls on the rugby team, who gave me a ride home when my friends decided to leave. It was Erica's first time at the club too and she actually got pretty good, while my line dancing skills continued to decline. My only savior was a very flamboyant boy who acted as a traffic operator, indicating when to go left, right, forward, back, and to turn around. I spent most the night twirling in the corner because I didn't get the dances.
For the rest of the week my parents are in town, which is terribly exciting because I have zero dollars and a shopping problem. And then, off to ATL!