Looking in the mirror, glancing the last time to be certain every single hair was in place; my beautiful girlish make-up was picture perfect. Just one last glance. Adrenaline raced my heartbeat as I walked out the door, destination: Local Hot Spots. My first night out on the town in wonderful Fort Myers, Florida. Like many people who reside in sunny south Florida, I'm not native to the state. Raised in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, this would be my night to recollect. As my dashing gentleman, who I chose fastidiously to escort me to the open door of our awaiting Fort Myers limo, I sit down carefully as I try and calm my nervousness. The door latches, signaling it's time to get this party underway.
On this actual evening, my fellow co-worker told to me that his band was playing later that evening. Club Nirvana, here we come. Stepping within my senses where overwhelmed. Faint lights, blue lights. Red lights, and even black lights. 'Is that a fog machine? ' I marvelled extremely momentarily. Of coarse there would be a fog machine, I lightly laughed to myself. The music was a mixture of Rock-n-Roll and Reggae. A fun combination to drink my first cocktail, cranberry and vodka. I leaned my head back and drained the alcohol down. The burn couldn't have felt any more exquisite. Although here is where it all started, this is not where I'd finish.
After briskly visiting the Buddha, and not completely enjoying my evening, I was somewhat irritated. Could this be all that Fort Myers offered? Then my wonderful gentleman had a simple last trick up his sleeve to impress me. His Ace in the Hole. Club Ultra. Pulling into the carpark, I could tell by the bouncer this particular club was unique. With my age verified, and my non-date at my side, I strode in with my pride intact, confidence under control, I was certain I was going to rock this joint tonight.
I didn't know quite where to go, or what I should have been doing, but after a glass of fine spirits or 2, a concept hits me. This young woman needs to be in that group of people doing what she knew best. Grooving to tunes. Snagging his hand and strolling to the center, I felt that magical connection to the music which was "go" time. My hips moved. Legs that moved in tune , dipping me down low and pushing me up real slow. I felt the perspiration trickle down the lower bit of my back; it did not make me nasty though, only aflame. The sex appeal had me in its grinding grasp. Barely registering the many pairs of eyes on my person, at that actual moment, I did not mind. I was able to ironically be me. The whole time I felt good, irresistible. I was dancing and that was all I could wrap my thoughts around.
What ultimately turned into hours, appeared like plain minutes where I was concerned. Red interior and friendly bar mixed up with the latest hip-hop and rave music added the most delightful touch to my night. Then all of a sudden the lights turned on and the music stopped. Under the impression of night life, slowly registered as early morning. And that was okay with me. I thanked my interesting companion for the best time. For my first "out on the town." I ultimately experienced what all others were chitchatting about. As we exited I looked at him and he returned my thought without words. Tonight was not over yet, as we shared another drink on the way home in the back of the limo.
"Closing time, you don't have to go back home, but you can't stay here."
SuperSonic- "Closing time ".
On this actual evening, my fellow co-worker told to me that his band was playing later that evening. Club Nirvana, here we come. Stepping within my senses where overwhelmed. Faint lights, blue lights. Red lights, and even black lights. 'Is that a fog machine? ' I marvelled extremely momentarily. Of coarse there would be a fog machine, I lightly laughed to myself. The music was a mixture of Rock-n-Roll and Reggae. A fun combination to drink my first cocktail, cranberry and vodka. I leaned my head back and drained the alcohol down. The burn couldn't have felt any more exquisite. Although here is where it all started, this is not where I'd finish.
After briskly visiting the Buddha, and not completely enjoying my evening, I was somewhat irritated. Could this be all that Fort Myers offered? Then my wonderful gentleman had a simple last trick up his sleeve to impress me. His Ace in the Hole. Club Ultra. Pulling into the carpark, I could tell by the bouncer this particular club was unique. With my age verified, and my non-date at my side, I strode in with my pride intact, confidence under control, I was certain I was going to rock this joint tonight.
I didn't know quite where to go, or what I should have been doing, but after a glass of fine spirits or 2, a concept hits me. This young woman needs to be in that group of people doing what she knew best. Grooving to tunes. Snagging his hand and strolling to the center, I felt that magical connection to the music which was "go" time. My hips moved. Legs that moved in tune , dipping me down low and pushing me up real slow. I felt the perspiration trickle down the lower bit of my back; it did not make me nasty though, only aflame. The sex appeal had me in its grinding grasp. Barely registering the many pairs of eyes on my person, at that actual moment, I did not mind. I was able to ironically be me. The whole time I felt good, irresistible. I was dancing and that was all I could wrap my thoughts around.
What ultimately turned into hours, appeared like plain minutes where I was concerned. Red interior and friendly bar mixed up with the latest hip-hop and rave music added the most delightful touch to my night. Then all of a sudden the lights turned on and the music stopped. Under the impression of night life, slowly registered as early morning. And that was okay with me. I thanked my interesting companion for the best time. For my first "out on the town." I ultimately experienced what all others were chitchatting about. As we exited I looked at him and he returned my thought without words. Tonight was not over yet, as we shared another drink on the way home in the back of the limo.
"Closing time, you don't have to go back home, but you can't stay here."
SuperSonic- "Closing time ".
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