Angela, a friend of mine from co-ed book club, wanted to go dancing for her birthday and since she's not part of my swing crowd, I knew she meant club dancing. And while the term "Slut Night" meant nothing to any of the people going (other than Pat) I figured I should do my swing friends proud by maintaining the tradition and dressing appropriately. I haven't been club dancing for years so I had to go buy new clothes to look appropriate. The goal was to look like the average 22-year-old club ho. How did I do?
The book club:
The boys with the ubiquitous crotch-point. This was David's first time...how cute.
Laura slutted it up with me - knee boots and fishnets.
Robyn and her husband Joe joined us since we were in their 'hood.
We even got Pat on the floor for one or two songs. Well, Laura did, anyway.
Alas, I'm not a 22-year-old club ho. I'm an old lady who had to be up at 4:00 am for a race, so I left the club at 10:30. Craig and Pat are old men who didn't have any racing to do, but weren't enjoying the club scene so much, so they went home early, too.
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