Friday night. Went to the new Havana Club in Atlanta with one of my meetup groups.
This is a little different than my other single quests because I was not alone per se. There were supposed to be about 70 of us, but I think in the end, there were roughly about 30 women of all ages, not necessarily single, some married with kids, some hopelessly single like myself but we all came to dance our blues away with other women. You hardly get women want to go out with each other, we are always hunting for that man or waiting for that man to take us there when we should be just as happy as the men when they kick it with each other.
I almost did not go. For one, Friday night outings are hard for me. Between the hours of 7 - 9pm, I battled with exhaustion, from waking up early to go to work, dealing with the work day. I was just tired - what can I say I'm getting too old for this shish. But I was able to pull it together pick one nice outfit I could squeeze myself into and just scurry out of the house.
It was a fun evening marred only by the deplorable state of their valet car service. Whatever you do when you go there, DO NOT VALET. Waiting outside for 35 minutes in 30 degree weather dressed in barely nothing waiting for the incompetent valet to pull my car around just ruined the evening for me. I would have been better off parking at home and walking.
However back to the evening. It was generally fun. There was good music from this band called "The Ruckus" who played Top 40 covers, very lively and energetic band, quite unexpected. People usually have a DJ at nightclubs not a band, so this was different.
I don't know if it was good different because it didn't give us a chance to have that normal bump and grind that you loathe but inevitably crave from a nightclub. Everyone just sort of stood around (everyone being the single men) looking affected, drink in hand just listening to the music. Interaction was at an all time low. When I noticed that the band was not an opener for the evening but the actual act, I wrapped things up earlier than I normally would.
Will I ever go back there again. Not likely. The average age was rather young and with the lack of interaction, it would have been sad without the ladies of the meetup group. So it's a no on that one.
1 comment:
FunnY post!
Ooh, I remember being single. Dang. There are some good things about it. Didn't shave for a week? Who cares...
And I still have trouble finding a good outfit and squeezing my mommy a** into it.
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