Adventures in the Grope Pit…

Early it is empty

You can shake and move to your hearts desire.

Happy Monday Lovies!  I haven’t written in what feels like forever because I have been crazy busy and my mind has been spinning overtime on several fronts.   Lots of revelations and epiphanies happening in my life right now.  Writing is always very cathartic when I need to sort these things out, but they are all beyond  write it out at the moment  as my mind is still working through them and trying to find a landing place.  I’m grounded from running and have been for two weeks. I am  nearly insane with the need to let off some sweat and steam,  the ability to do this is one of the pillars that keeps me centered.    Thankfully Shorty planned a trip to the grope pit for us and it was a glorious evening.   The last time we went out was probably for my  Birthday in March, it’s been way too long.   I didn’t get to dance nearly as much as I wanted to then because I made a bad shoe choice.  One amazing dress that required moving heaven and earth to procure in my size in time for Saturday night and one pair of fancy sandals later I was ready.   I collected my besties and made the drive over to Shorty’s, there were 3 of us in the car and we spent the whole way over talking a catching up.   We are all grown women, with kids, jobs, some of us have husbands or boyfriends but not all.  We are all busy and no one calls or texts as much as they “should”, and  no one cares.  The  reward for actively working on  meaningful relationships with  only women who are real and genuine and beautiful on the inside is the fierceness of the love and loyalty produced.  Sure we all sometimes have those, am I being as good a friend as I should be because I haven’t called in 3 weeks guilt. I’ve had a lot of that guilt lately, see above re: spinning.   Female friendships are both complicated and deliriously simple when you pick the right friends.

The Grope Pit

GNO and heading to the “grope pit” (dance floor)  is about much more than drinking,  staying up late, eating at 3am and paying for it all the next 2 days.  It’s about spending time with my girls, giving love, feeling loved and  laughing!   The shenanigans that arise from GNO often keeping me laughing for days, weeks or months.   Many of those stories hail from the grope pit and the  crazy stuff that we see or that happens to us while we are there.  Why do I call it the grope pit, I will explain…..

There a quite a few clubs we go to, all the dance floors are the same and I have given them all the moniker of grope pit.  I don’t know if it’s the  alcohol, the music, the darkness, the men who go to clubs vs. the men who don’t;  as Babu puts it  ” there are no rings on the dance floor” as far as guys are concerned.  If that dance floor and it is any kind of crowded, some dude is going to try touch your ass, this is the rule, not the exception.   The grope pit  has a life cycle like everything else.  It starts out empty early.   This is when we like to get there,  we are almost always first along with any other large groups of girls.   Last weekend it was us and two  Bachelorette parties.  We get settled, get drinks and once the DJ gets the clue we want to dance and something good  gets played, on we go.  We don’t care the club is empty, we aren’t trying to me cool. We don’t care it’s mostly girls at this hour, we aren’t there to hook up.  As the hours pass the club fills; suits, players, frat boys, you name it they are there.  They begin to line up along the dance floor without actually being ON it because they want to watch. As it get more crowded more come on, they like the anonymity that numbers give I imagine.  As it gets later everyone  in the club is getting drunker and closer  as the club becomes more crowded.

Then it starts, the come up behind you and dance move.  Guys moving around in a pattern from one girl or group to another as they either get no vibes, get cock blocked by the rest of the group or get scolded to go the fuck away.  I look at it like this, 90% of the guys are not there to be a nuisance, give them proper feedback and they can move on to the next group/girl. Who doesn’t appreciate a little validation that you look good tonight?    But at some point the craziness shifts and gets more urgent, desperate.  You cannot move, you are getting stepped on, bumped, wet from drinks spilling on you and the line of guys pulling an ass grabbing train on you gets longer.   This is when it’s time to gather  my girls and get out of there.  A little validation that you look good tonight, some  witty banter and some great music to sweat and move to is great fun.  Creepy, horny, desperate drunken dudes is quite another.    I’ll take a burger or some bread sticks while we people watch and trade stories from the night.    I enjoy the grope pit, I’m not even going to fake a tiny bit of righteous indignation.  I know when it’s time to get out of it and back to other things, like  screaming some Beyonce into the late night/early morning  air with your girls in the car and knowing that what happens in the grope pit, stays in the grope pit.



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