Wednesday, June 25, 2008

I'm Getting Old

My friend Darcy recently completed her Master's Degree - she's now a teacher, hooray! To celebrate, we had a fabulous dinner at Teak that was so so tasty. Then we went on to Pavilion since they have lots of outdoor seating and we wanted to enjoy the night.

The bonus of Pavilion is that eventually they would have dancing and myself and the girls I was with LOVE to dance! Once the dancing began, I started to feel old. My dance moves, mind you, were still up to par, but the atmosphere started to get to me! First of all, some of the songs were just naughty! I literally stood still on the dance floor with a scrunched up frowning face as I listened to the lyrics - ewww! Who comes up with this stuff and why would I want to dance to it, let alone sing along? I was so torn because the next song (and probably most favorite part of my night) was Motown Philly by Boys II Men - awesome! Definitely sang along and busted out the roger rabbit (it's okay, everyone else reverted back to 90s dance moves too!)

I'm also torn about how I felt about the other guests on the dance floor. Like this guy - when is this ever okay?! (Brian says it's not good to put up pictures of people I don't know so instead I put up pictures of people I don't know with black squares on their faces.)
My final beef of the night was the bathroom attendant. I'm never more uncomfortable than when I interact with bathroom attendants. First of all, what's the point? I can see if a stall is open lady. Then when I come out of the stall (and I'm the only person in the bathroom at this point so it's super awkward) she has the water running for me (which was cold) - again, not necessary. As we were making random small talk about the weather I scanned the counter of all the random items they provide. Weird lotions and body sprays - is this all necessary? I can't think of a time when I've been in the bathroom at a bar and needed Bath and Body works to come to my rescue, or had the need to spray myself some cheap perfume to attract boys. Tampons, maybe, but I am a girl who plans ahead before I start my night and I just don't think any of it is necessary. Anyway, I turn off my cold water and she hands me a paper towel - this is where it gets awkward - the tip basket is sitting right in front of me. I mean, really none of these "services" were necessary and they were essentially forced upon me, what was I going to do, refuse her paper towel and grab my own? Even so, does the paper towel, cold water, and awkward conversation warrant $1? I understand this is her job and that's fine but just the idea of it is so random to me! Luckily, it was clear I did not have my purse on me nor did I have any pockets where money would be hiding so I just smiled and wished her a good night. I tried to hold my pee super long the rest of the evening to avoid a repeat incident. Luckily, when I did have to go again the bathroom was more crowded and young, drunk girls were pouring their hearts out to Miss Bathroom Attendant. I went unnoticed and turned on my own hot water.

2 comments:

amo said...

fantastic post! i too, HATE bathroom attendants! I think its even worse when you are in another country and can't even communicate with them. Awkwardness!!

What is that dude thinking with the flag shirt? AWFUL.

nate said...

Clever post; very funny! It reminds me of the Seinfeld episode in which Jerry struggles to make conversation with the doorman.