Friday Night 07/31/2009

Dance club is well staffed with orange shirt wearing security personnel.

First bouncer uses a fancy hand-held gadget to check our drivers licences.

Second bouncer is in charge of ink pad and rubber stamp.

As I approach he is stating loudly “I need a machine. I need a machine.”

Under my breath I say “I need a machine too.”

“The kind that runs on batteries?” he asks.

I look up and we lock gazes.

“Yes….”

He begins solemnly shaking his head no.

“Or plugs into the wall,” I say, “whatever it takes.”

He continues to shake no….

“Hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do,” I protest.

“What you need,” he says, “is a six hour session with Mike.”

“Oh really?” Pause. “Are you Mike?”

He begins to solemnly nod yes.

~ by jenkraus1 on August 1, 2009.