Keep drinking... maybe it'll get better...

You go to frikin' "Country" bar and you expect Country music and line dancing. Yeah... not tonight. Since I was in no mood to waste my evening playing video games, I got a wild hair up my butt and figured I've give Wild Bill's a chance so I didn't have to drive so far to Cowboys. That turned out to be a bust. I'll have to give props to the house band, however. They are very versatile in their set list. And good at it, too. I gotta get outta this city. I'm not a yuppie. I'm not country folk either, but still. I spent the last hour I was there sitting on the sideline drinking beer and praying for a line dance. I don't exactly consider Kennesaw a back-woods kinda town, but it's better than 5 miles outside the northeast side of the perimeter. The "perimeter" is Atlanta talk for "in town", BTW. I did score points with the 60+ some odd year old line dance teacher, and she gave me a half-price card to get in. Doubt I'll be going back, however. At least, I won't be going back by myself. It's definatly the older crowd that does the line dancing (which is the whole reason I go to "country" bars). Hell, other than that, the best I did was light some chick's smoke and buy her a beer. Didn't see her again for the rest of the evening (which didn't suprise me). Not like I really tried looking for her, either.

Being a white boy, you can't exactly drop your a$$ out on the floor and dance. You start looking like one of those desperate jokers similar to the Indian dude on the floor tonite. The poor sap didn't realize that everyone coming up to him was either giving him props for being so brave or making fun of him.

I gotta find some chick to go to dance clubs with me now that my sister is no longer in town. I miss having a bar/dance club crowd to hang with.

So, that was my waste of a Sat evening. How was yours? :(



l8rs.