SO the funny thing about me and katie's night out two-steppin [other than the fact that we got to reconnect with Winston and Schmidt (see previous blogs)] is that I we got to have 2 extremely opposite cultural experiences for the price of one.
At one point during the night at Rebels (the country bar) Katie had a few dance partners that I seemed to lack and I got tired of people staring at me. It was if they were debating if they should ask me to dance, but if they considered it, it was only out of complete pity that I was standing there by myself...fake cowgirl wearin fake cowboy boots....they could smell it! So I stepped outside for some fresh air. Well, right next to this ridiculously country country bar was this other little club joint, but there was not a hint of twang in its doors. It had hip-hop written all over it. I peered in and the bouncer kinda snickered.
"what? I can't even look?"
"Is it cuz I'm white?!?"
I hadn't take me long to realize there were NO white folks in the club and I was not the normal customer for a place like this!
he laughed again.
"Its like reverse racism in there!"
I didn't want to seem insensitive, but his body language told me I could push the boundaries a little bit!
I asked if me and my friend could come in and bring some reconciliation to the place. He laughed and said that if we were brave enough to try he'd wave the cover. I went back into Rebels and told Katie the story, she's a kindred spirit so even before I could finish, she was up for the challenge.
We walked outside to find a HUGE line and people swarming everywhere. The cover was up to 20 dollars (ummm, no thank you!) But I saw my bouncer friend and sure enough he waved the fee and walked us past everyone in line.
Both Katie and I had the same idea: walk in strong..confident. So we walked directly into the center of room and started breakin it down! Neither of us are awful dancers, we both have basic rhythm...but that's also comparative to other white folks; in there we probably looked like little Steve Urkels or those airy flailing blow-up dolls beside the freeway. We also weren't even dressed the part...we were both wearing our country attire which made it feel that much more ironic. Anyways, we danced our little white behinds off for about 5 songs until we decided that everyone in there found us annoying (I could see how our lighthearted, 'lets just have fun' attitudes could have been misconstrued), so we thought it might be in our best interest to leave.
We held our laughter and regrets til we got to the parking garage. "we're idiots!"
but as we walked up the ramp to our car a guy rolled down his car window and chuckled,
"you guys did work in there tonight"
felt nice to leave with a little affirmation (even if he was laughing AT us when he rolled his window back up!).
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