Alright, friends. I had a new experience over the weekend. As I mentioned in my MiracleSuit post, I am in a friend's wedding in a few weeks. Well, Saturday night we celebrated the end of her Bachelorette days with a night out in the big ATL. We stayed at a hotel in Buckhead and went to Opera, which boasts "Atlanta's hottest dance floor!" (Oh, sure...it was muy fuego!)
Let's start at the beginning...
Until Saturday night, I had never spent the night away from my son. I was feeling anxious about that, but I wanted to be there for my friend as she celebrates her upcoming nuptials. Last week Little Man had a stomach virus, so by Friday I was thinking, "A break will be just fine!" So, Saturday morning I get up and clean the house and fix the boys lunch and get all my stuff loaded in the car. I say good-bye to my boys and get in the car, turn the radio up and head out to my night on the town. Oh, wait...but I had to turn around to go get my prescriptions. That's right...on my way out to a night of dancing and fun, I had to turn around to get my daily medications. (Let's call this sign #1 that this may not be Ashley's "thing.") My husband laughed at me when I walked back in the door and he saw what I was getting.
On my way to meet the girls, I stop by BFF's house and get her to do my make-up. (I am not so good with the make-up...and hubby doesn't like make-up, so I don't wear it, well, ever. So I entrust my good ol' BFF when I need to be dolled up for any reason. Thanks, BFF!)
I meet the girls, and we head to Atlanta. By the time we get to the ATL, I am feeling nauseated and thinking, "Surely I am not getting that stomach virus now." We had plans to go eat at The Cheesecake Factory, but since we got a later start than we expected and needed to be at the club by 11pm to get in free with the guest list, we decide to just run over to Chick-Fil-A, where I proceed to be nauseated and not eat. By the time the taxi arrives to get us, I am thinking I should stay at the hotel, but I suck it up and head out to the club, and I do end up feeling better by the time we get in.
Long story short about getting into the club...we ended up having to pay $30 a piece to get in! Wooooo that's expensive, right? But, we were out celebrating, so we went for it. If my hubby had been the one going in with me, we would have turned around and left and went to play Putt-Putt or something.
We get inside, and the first thing I notice is that the floor is vibrating. The music was loud, and they were playing MJ's Billie Jean and we all go straight to the dance floor and start dancing. We get up on the lit-up stages and dance for a long time before getting down to go in search of the bathroom.
The bathroom. Woo. There was an Opera staffer who sat in the bathroom on a chair the whole night playing on her phone...not sure if she was just monitoring or what. There was a black lady who helped you out by handing you your towel to dry your hands. There was a basket on the counter for you to put her tip in, and she told us that that is the only money she makes. Well, I gotta tell ya...she wasn't hurtin' that night because the basket was full and there was a random selection of bills in there. I mean, think about it...you have drunk girls going into their wallet to get a tip, and half of them probably didn't know what they were throwing in the basket. Also, on the counters were all sorts of hair products, make up, lotions, and candy. I am not sure I would want to use a "communal" eye shadow or mascara, people. That's kind of gross, and, let's face it...a health risk.
The drinks. One drink cost $8. $8!! I had ONE and the glass was itty bitty. For $8!! After that, I had a bottle of water that cost a wopping $5. And it wasn't even special water. Just plain ol' bottled water. For $5! Do they know I can go buy a whole case of it for $2.50 at Wally World?!
The crowd. Unbelievable. You could not move. This was a big reason that me and the clubbin' thing were not clickin'. I can't stand to be squished up amongst strangers. Heck, I don't like to be squished up amongst anybody unless it is for a hug or other good reason. Also, because of the close parameters to your fellow clubbers, you got groped by random people...and that is just unnerving and annoying, and makes you want to slap someone, only you don't know who to slap because there are too many suspects.
The people. There was a huge range of people there. Some were the "typical" clubbers you would imagine. Others were older, younger, bachelorette and bachelor parties...almost any type of person you could think of was represented pretty much. I love to people-watch in general, and this was a new-fangled kind of people-watching for me. It was hilarious, and at times, disgusting, watching old men get grinded on by younger girls, or guys trying to hit on girls, or a girl trying to keep her drunk bachelorette friend from flashing everyone (not us, mind you...we were pretty tame, really).
The DJ. I'm not gonna lie...he was AWESOME...I do love me some good dancin' music, and he did a great job.
The special effects. I learned that I cannot walk when there is a strobe light flashing. I get too dizzy and stumble like I am drunk. The smoke/fog they blew out smelled funny. Thank goodness for the random bursts of cool air they set off every once in a while.
The outfits. Listen up, Girls!! If you are having to hold your dress down to keep your underwear from showing, then the dress is too short. And you obviously care because you are holding it down to keep from flashing people. So buy a longer dress, idiot. (I should state that there were some girls who did not care to hold their dress down and may or may not have enjoyed the fact that we could all see their underwear. Whores.)
The smells. If you have intentions of dancing your buns off, please invest in soap and deoderant. And the other smell that we got several wiffs of was weed. Yep. Ugh. But there were some good smells and that was men...some guys have the most amazing-smelling cologne ever. I wanted to ask what they were wearing so I could get some for hubby. I do love a good-smelling man. (Well, I love MY good-smelling man!!)
The taxi drivers. They were hilarious and put up with our girls night out craziness. I am so glad we got good ones both times.
My nausea. Off and on. Obviously after the dancing and getting hot I was feeling pretty crummy. I went to the bathroom several times just so I could sit down! I was pretty happy when it was time to head back to the hotel! I did end up getting sick at about 5:30am and then thankfully made it back home Sunday morning before getting sick again. Stupid stomach virus.
Me, sheltered? Maybe. I thought I had experienced a good bit, but I had never been anywhere like this before, and I can say it is just not for me. Some of the girls said they could go out like that every couple of months, but I will be okay if I never go back to a club like that. Just give me a bonfire with a truck backed up to it blaring music and I am good to go!! Besides, I missed my boys so much and it's easier to make sure you take your meds on time when you are at home. Just sayin'...
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