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September 27, 2004Closing Times, Bulls, And DancingIn the continuing saga of one Saturday night, we finally get to the end of the house party. Of course, that wasn't the end of the night. Oh, no. See that old saying about it not being over until a certain lady sings doesn't normally apply to me. Mainly because the old strumpet refuses to sing. Exactly when I do not recall, but we finally decamped to a delightful little jazz/piano bar in the Heights called The Afterthought. Now, I should note that I am a longtime veteran of this nice little place, what with it's laid back atmosphere and Shiner Bock on tap. However, my ever enduring pal T of the Wonder twins T&T was driving and we had friends at another restaurant/bar about a half a block away, Ciao Baci. We headed over to catch up with the folks. We slid in and greeted all the folks. They had quite a group together and it included three of my Kickball teammates. I chatted a bit with our folks there while T eased into a cozy conversation with one of the boys there. My dear friend TB rose and announced that she was heading to the scene of so many previous crimes and insisted that we meet them over there. Of course, I begged off for the moment because we were due to join the original crew over at the Afterthought. Soon the rest of the group left and I was left with T continuing her cozy conversation with a boy. I begged their leave and headed to the original crew. Two minutes later, I'm walking into another bar that has already had last call; a fact noted to me by the bouncer and another server as I walked in to "catch up with my friends." I know you're aghast. How could I go to a bar with Shiner on tap and not have just one? Well, your humble SSG can be persuasive. I had my Shiner. As they were clearly closing the place up, we finished our drinks and decided on heading back to Ciao's. In the meantime, I've had plenty of text messages from TB imploring me to head towards the Electric Cowboy. Not to belabor a point, we got to Ciao's had a few drinks and closed that place down as well. The original house party crew departed and I was left again with T and cozy conversation guy. They joined my table and we chatted till he finally left. It really was no big deal, and I probably would have just gone on with the original group, but I had rode with T. Finally, cozy conversation guy takes his leave and T and I determine what our next steps are. Another text message from TB. You already know what is coming don't you? We were off to the Electric Cowboy. I swore to myself that I wouldn't start any fights this time. A short time later we're walking in to THE after hours dancing club of Little Rock. Seriously, I don't think the place closes till 5 in the morning. We begin our search for TB and her friend TN. No such luck. I call. Yeah right in a club that loud. I text message--Eureka! Still, we can't find them even after three laps around the place. So I shift up into something better. Just having a great time with T and hanging out. Of course, I've already been in an ornery mood since we pranked the birthday girl. Hmmm. What ornery thing could I pull off at the famous scene of the crime place? And as this thought crossed my mind, I glanced to the left and my answer was clear. Mechanical Bull. Now, I have said to readers, fellow bloggers, friends, etc., about how I ought to write up the story of my experience with this same mechanical bull. I probably will about the same time I write up my alleged alien abduction story for Eric. In any case, I had a pretty girl with me and a mechanical bull in the close vicinity. What's a SSG to do? You know Rob has a thing with girls with red toe nails. Eric likes book worm chicks. I don't know that I have any particular fetish like these, but there's just something about a good looking lady on a mechanical bull. I'm not sure where it came from, but it lurks there inside of me. Maybe it came from sneaking to watch Urban Cowboy as a kid. Of course, I think that the Electric Cowboy was a Gilley's a few years ago. Regardless, When Sissy (Debra Winger), gets up on that bull and rides it, taunting Buford (John Travolta) as she holds on, it just does something to a guy. But, I digress. So, of course, I tell T that if she'll ride it, I'll pay for it. She's a little more fearless and daring than I thought. She hopped right on and was ready to ride. She lasted maybe three seconds, but still, you have to admire a woman that'll jump right up on a mechanical bull and go for the ride. I wasn't done. I told you before that your humble SSG can be persuasive. That's right. I convinced her to get on again. And she rode again. Now, you might wonder whether I then took my turn. The answer is not no. It's HE!! NO! When I finally get around to writing up my experience with this same bull and particularly this operator, you'll understand. See, the guy recognized me. And besides, I had my leather sandals on and you just can't ride a bull in those. Now that ought to be the end of the story, because it would be good to leave it at that. Still, she ain't sang yet. The additional part of the story is not titillating or extreme. It's just something I love. I love dancing. And that love of dancing is qualified. I love dancing in general, but there's little I love more than dancing with two kinds of people. When you've dated someone long enough where you are just perfectly comfortable with them, you can't find a better dancing partner. You can move effortlessly from the fast dancing to the romantic slow dance. You know each other's stock dancing moves and the occasional extreme dancing moves. You can go to shaking your "boot-tay" to Hey Ya to a sensual and intense moving embrace to "You Look Beautiful Tonight." It's the best of both worlds. Of course, I don't have someone at this time that I can enjoy that with. However, that mere fact can't stop me from dancing. I knew this all along but a little over a year ago some friends and my sister and brother-in-law went out, and I danced with my sister. It was then that I realized fully and consciously that dancing with someone you're perfectly comfortable with outside of an intimate relationship can be just as much fun whether it's a fast dance or two stepping or whatever. My dear friend TC and I have shared the same kind of dances, but not since she got married. I talked to TC the other day and told her she had been replaced as my gal pal. No offense was meant towards her, but she's married now and that changes things whether it ought to or not. TC has been replaced by my pal T of the wonder twins T&T. T and I ended up dancing. We danced for somewhere between a half hour and an hour straight. It was fun, it was free of any thoughts about how I looked or what I was doing, or anything else you worry about when you first dance with someone you don't know well. I did notice she didn't use her hips nearly as much as I do, but seeing as I'm not particularly hippy (is that a word? It is now...), I'm certain it all evened out. There weren't any slow songs played while we were cutting a rug and scuffing the floor. It didn't matter. We had a blast and we were rock stars in our little sphere on the dance floor. We danced like nobody was watching and had a d@mn good time doing it. ...Wrap up in the extended entry... We left around 2:30 or 3. T offered her couch, which I declined. However, after getting in my car I realized exactly how good an idea it was to crash on her couch. I couldn't raise her on the phone and ended pulling off in a nice quiet and safe place to sober up and headed home later. Clearly, I made it home safe or you wouldn't be able to read this drivel... Coming up-- Kickball Sunday and meeting another Arkansas Blogger. Comments
..dammit... I guess you can add "watching a woman slow-ride a mechanical bull" to my list.... but, she'd better be wearing glasses too... now THAT would be hot.. oh, and a pony tail is extra points too... Posted by: Eric at September 28, 2004 05:03 PMGlad to expand your fetish horizons bro! Posted by: Adam at September 28, 2004 05:07 PMthis is a great line, "Now that ought to be the end of the story, because it would be good to leave it at that. Still, she ain't sang yet." Posted by: L at October 6, 2004 07:07 PMPost a comment
 
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