Went to a club last month with some friends. This club is supposed to be geared toward people from the same religious background as me. It's separated by age groups into different floors... in theory. First, I do have to say that the evening was a lot of fun-- because of the company I went with. Those ladies were great.
The dance left something to be desired. Not too many people were there... mostly those "odd" types that I've mentioned before. The music was that rotten kind that is in-between fast and slow and wasn't really danceable. The usual one or two strange men followed us around the floor throughout a big chunk of the evening.
When we decided to leave, one of my friends complained to the guy checking i.d.'s about the lack of atmosphere, decent music, etc. Long story short... the club owner came out, climbed in my friend's minivan, and began talking with us about our experience. It was, um...interesting. He invited several of his friends to climb in as well. One jumped in and instead of climbing into the back seat, he sat on my lap and began dancing. Putting my hands in the air, I leaned back to the extent possible. Between the fellow and my seatbelt, I was pretty well trapped. Thankfully it was not a long-lived experience.
Needless to say... we won't be very likely to go back....
