This is my first friday night in a while where I didnt have anything scheduled for the evenings entertainment. I had comfortable resigned to the idea of staying home for the evening. That was until, both my flatmates made comments like.. “really? its friday night! you arent going out?” They say this as they are walking out to go on their dates leaving me alone. Ugh.
So I found a club that was just around the corner. The event’s website promised a live band for the evening and so it was set. I grabbed a few drinks before leaving to save on the pocket book and set out. To go dancing solo at a club on a friday night.
I ordered a coupe du champagne when I arrived and even though I waited until midnight to go out, it seems as though I was still too early as the dance floor was almost bare. I was in on the side of the room enjoying my drink, listening to the music and waiting for the alcohal to kick in so I could blissfully dance alone. At some point two guys in their early 20’s walk up and say something.. I of course respond with I’m sorry, do you speak english and one goes and grabs this girl who I guess does. They ask me if I’m alone, do I want to dance with them and then laughingly try and guess my age. One guessed 16 the other 24. Glory.
After a few minutes of awkward dancing we part ways and I go find myself another drink. The band is now playing and there are people arriving by the second. I find myself a comfy little spot to groove and stay there for awhile… maybe an hour later one of the guys pops up near me. I acknowledge him with a nod and keep dancing. Then out of nowhere my head is yanked back and someone is hitting me. I spin around clutching my head and the girl from earlier is taking another swing. She’s yelling in french and trying to push me and says something about her boyfriend. The guy that was next to me grabs her and drags her away. I’m so stunned as to what just happened I dont really know what to do. Everyone around us that saw it is stunned to and looking at me like I’m the guilty one. I decide to blow it off and return to dancing and then I see her coming for me again. She shoves me and is yelling and takes a swing. I grab her wrist and tell her she needs to calm down and go back to her boyfriend. she goes to hit me with her other arm and I swing her around and grab her other wrist. She is pissed and so am I. Stupid drunk wench. I’m done with this. I march her over to the security who finally decided to show up and push her towards him. I know he can’t understand me so I just throw my hands up and point to her and point to the door. He is well ahead of me in that he is already taking her towards the door.
ugh.
I know I didn’t do anything but I couldnt help but think I had done something wrong. My scalp was still throbbing and I decided to sit down and breathe. I combed my hands through my hair and took out chunks of hair. That is when I started to cry.
I texted the girls and they immediately made me feel like a bad ass and it helped me to see the humor in the moment.
After allowing myself to collect I started to look around the room and the club was now packed. The people in the booth behind me catch my eye and wave over to me. One comes over and asks me if im alone and if I want to join them. I gratefully accept since I know I need to move on and attempt to make the most out of the evening.
We share our names and some shots and the next band is now playing. We head to the dance floor and enjoy the rest of the set before I head home.
Oh Paris.
