dance party usa

Last night I went out for sushi and dancing. As you may know, I don't generally go for sushi. This is not for lack of trying. But last night, at Sushi Zushi, I tried new stuff, and I liked it! Of course, I think it was because it was all cooked stuff, but this means I can now go for sushi with the gang and not get stuck eating only 4 nasty skewers of tempura fried shrimp. Of course, I made a mental note of the stuff I liked, and as I've mentioned before, my mental notes are for shit. I'll have to ask again.

After that we went to a Cigar Club (*cough*cough*) and then to Polly Esther's, a 3-in-1 dance club down on the Riverwalk. Unbelievable as it may seem, I have never been there. We spent most of the night up on the 3rd floor, which is the 80's floor. That is the music of my youth, and I shook my ass! It is so much fun to know every word to almost every song. Of course, now I have "Love Shack" stuck in my head, when there were so many better songs to choose from, but what can you do. The evening consisted of many, many ammaretto sours, a few beers, and a few random (and sexually named) shots.

At one point, we went down to the 1st floor, the Rap/Hip-Hop and Spanish music floor. It was so crowded in there, the dance floor was as big as a postage stamp, and there was no A/C. But man, they were playing some good music. There was even salsa, and I DANCED TO IT! (I know!) We danced until our clothes were completely soaked through with sweat. We went back upstairs when we felt like there was literally no air left to breathe. I cannot stress to you enough how fucking hot it was in there. We got back upstairs in time for last call, and a couple of my industrial-clubbing-days faves. We closed out the joint and headed home.

On the way home, we stopped at Taco Cabana for the reqired post-drunken-dancing tacos (best damn tacos you'll ever have in your life.) At 2:30 am, it wasn't crowded, but it took a really long time to get our last order. Eventually John and his friend Mike went up to the Pick-up area ... and waited ... and waited ... The lady finally comes over (refusing to look up at them), puts together an order, and then grabs the mic and looking straight at them bellows/mumbles* "Nummeh 220!" That would be them. I thought I was going to die laughing. A perfect end to a perfect evening.

*I didn't think it was possible to bellow and mumble at the same time either, but we were wrong, you and I.