S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!

Last night we went out for my friend Michelle's birthday and I honestly have to say that I haven't gone out for a long time...as in...well...I guess I haven't gone out since I've come back to Missouri. Anyhow...we went to the casino that has a fairly new dance club type of venue...so I was excited because I do enjoy dancing every once in awhile. But before getting in we had to jump through some hoops...the casino staff checked our IDs every time we went through any type of door...I was especially irritated when they kept hassling my friend saying that she didn't look old enough to be there...EVERY TIME they checked her ID (hassling once is acceptable...more than that...no). Now, I was in Vegas not too long ago and I don't think we were ever carded even once...what's the deal Missouri? If we're going to spend money why all the police-like interrogation? and obviously the last 5 people have let her through until this point so she must really be over 21 (or have a great fake that 5 people haven't caught onto). So that was frustrating. However once we wandered through the maze of the casino and past all the bouncers we had a good time dancing (despite the "these shoes are killing me but they look so good" syndrome)

I was reminded of the good old days in college when we would go to The Vu...sometimes twice a week: the strobe lights that made Jan dizzy (and we had to go sit out in the hall while she recovered), rally nights, the tornado-like winds that made the grit stick to our lip gloss on the way in, the 2 guys with the dance routine who were always there, all of the Nelly songs that you could ever want, the sequined shirts some girls would wear that would scratch your sleeveless arms because there was NEVER any room, personal space abolished...what's not to love? I remember always asking my roommate MJ to scan the room and confirm my hopes that I wasn't the tallest girl there...and there was always a girl there that was taller...I think she was a transvestite...but she was taller. This became a ritual (find a taller girl!) and then I could continue dancing without being so self conscious.

Don't mind the nostalgia...I'm turning 25 soon and I'm having a bit of a meltdown.