Gazing in the mirror, glancing one last time to be sure every single hair was in place; my lovely girlish make-up was picture perfect. Only 1 last glance. Adrenaline raced my heart beat as I walked out the door, destination: Local Hot Spots. My first night out on the town in beautiful Fort Myers, Florida. Like many folks living in sunny south Florida, I am not native to the state. Born and 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 majestically as I attempt to calm my nervousness. The door latches, signaling it's time to get this party kicked off.
On this particular night, my fellow work mate alerted to me that his band was playing later that night. Club Nirvana, here I come. Stepping inside my senses where overwhelmed. Dim lights, blue lights. Red lights, and even black lights. 'Is that a fog machine? ' I wondered very temporarily. Of coarse there would be a fog machine, I gently giggled to myself. The music was a mix of Rock-n-Roll and Reggae. An exciting mixture to drink my first cocktail, cranberry and vodka. I tilted my head back and slammed the contents down. The burn could not have felt any better. Though this is where it all began, this isn't where I would finish.
After smartly visiting the Buddha, and not fully enjoying my night, I was inwardly upset. Could this be all that Fort Myers had to offer? Then my wonderful man had one last trick up his sleeve to electrify me. His Ace in the Hole. Club Ultra. Pulling into the car park, I could tell by the bouncer that this particular place was different. With my age confirmed, and my non-date at my side, I walked in with my head held high, confidence in check, I knew I was going to rock this place 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 finally turned into hours, looked like simple minutes where I was concerned. Red interior and agreeable bar mixed up with the newest hiphop and rave music added the most pleasant touch to my night. Then suddenly the lights turned on and the music stopped. Convinced of night life, slowly registered as early morning. And that was O.K with me. I thanked my charming companion for the best time. For my first "out on the town." I eventually experienced what all others were chitchatting about. As we exited I looked at him and he returned my thought without words. Tonight wasn't over yet, as we shared one more 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 particular night, my fellow work mate alerted to me that his band was playing later that night. Club Nirvana, here I come. Stepping inside my senses where overwhelmed. Dim lights, blue lights. Red lights, and even black lights. 'Is that a fog machine? ' I wondered very temporarily. Of coarse there would be a fog machine, I gently giggled to myself. The music was a mix of Rock-n-Roll and Reggae. An exciting mixture to drink my first cocktail, cranberry and vodka. I tilted my head back and slammed the contents down. The burn could not have felt any better. Though this is where it all began, this isn't where I would finish.
After smartly visiting the Buddha, and not fully enjoying my night, I was inwardly upset. Could this be all that Fort Myers had to offer? Then my wonderful man had one last trick up his sleeve to electrify me. His Ace in the Hole. Club Ultra. Pulling into the car park, I could tell by the bouncer that this particular place was different. With my age confirmed, and my non-date at my side, I walked in with my head held high, confidence in check, I knew I was going to rock this place 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 finally turned into hours, looked like simple minutes where I was concerned. Red interior and agreeable bar mixed up with the newest hiphop and rave music added the most pleasant touch to my night. Then suddenly the lights turned on and the music stopped. Convinced of night life, slowly registered as early morning. And that was O.K with me. I thanked my charming companion for the best time. For my first "out on the town." I eventually experienced what all others were chitchatting about. As we exited I looked at him and he returned my thought without words. Tonight wasn't over yet, as we shared one more 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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