I was taking a nap
that had me in the arms of my boyfriend (insert famous name here). To be
honest, it was a pretty good dream…but that’s not what this story is about.
I ask about where we are
going, but I don’t really care because my roommate is fun and knows where to go
to dance. “A Little Bit.” She says and left my room fully expecting me to get
into the shower and get hot!
I do all the necessary
things before I put my clothes on. I step out of the shower and wrap myself in
a towel. I stand in my closet trying on different outfits until I am happy with
my choice. I hear someone knocking on the door and hear a girl I have never met
step through the threshold after my roommate opens the door.
My hair is ready, my
makeup is done, and I decide to hang with the new girl until my roommate is
ready to go. We chat a little bit and I immediately think she is awesome. Then
our ride plus company comes and it's off to El Paso, for A little bit of Texas.
Let me tell you, it was not what I expected.
Giant buildings with
neon lights surprise me as we drive into the area of town the club is located
in. Since we are under 21, we get in line to pay. We finally reach the front of
the line and I see this black sharpie come out and I am branded with a giant “X”
on each hand. What! I look at my “X” and I remember Drew Barrymore in Never Been Kissed and I laugh at no one
in particular. We go in to have some fun.
As I walk through the
door, I notice a lot of eye candy. I immediately see a great choice dancing on
top of a speaker box. I think to myself… “I like this place.” The first guy I
dance with was kind of cute, but he is definitely not my type (don’t ask why)
so I thank him for the dance and move on to the next one.
After the next one, I
decide it's time to scope out the dance floor and look for the girls, two of
them are on the dance floor and I feel a little bit of relief but then think where's
our driver? Another cute guy asked me to dance and I said okay, but only if we
dance around the wall because I am looking for my friend. He agrees and I find her
talking to some guy so I decide to leave her alone. All of us girls decide it
was time to go to the outside part of the club to hangout and catch our breath.
With all the dancing and sweat, the giant “Xs” have been coming off my hands all night—which
I don’t notice at the time.
“Can I see your ID
please?” Some guy I watched walk across the floor asked me. Oh no, Security! To say this guy was big is
an understatement. Ok, I can handle this… so I look in my pockets for my ID. I
am flustered because he is giving me this crazy annoyed face and my ID is nowhere to be found. He is not amused.
“So if I call the
cops, you are going to pass a breathalyzer test with a 0.00? Because when you
don’t, you will be going to jail!” He threatens me, which of course did not
help. I confirm that “I will” and he tells me to come with him. He makes a
radio announcement about “another kid with no ID” and uses some code I don’t
know.
Thankfully, my
roommate sees what is going on and intervenes. She reminds me to check my phone
before this very big man takes me towards the security office… I look between my phone case and my phone and find my ID tucked in my phone which was in my boot for safe keeping.
His annoyance reaches new heights. He
pulls a sharpie out of his pocket and places the thickest “Xs” ever drawn in
the history of mankind on my hands and tells me, “If these Xs come off then you
will be kicked out. Understand?”
“Yes,” was all I could
say.
I am thinking about how eerily similar this situation seemed to the dream I was having when my roommate woke me up earlier. In my dream, the situation seemed funnier than in real life. I know I was safe from going to go to jail because I truly wasn’t drinking (honest mom), but getting hauled off by some big man is pretty scary in real life. It’s not nearly as sexy as the movies make it out to be.
I am thinking about how eerily similar this situation seemed to the dream I was having when my roommate woke me up earlier. In my dream, the situation seemed funnier than in real life. I know I was safe from going to go to jail because I truly wasn’t drinking (honest mom), but getting hauled off by some big man is pretty scary in real life. It’s not nearly as sexy as the movies make it out to be.
We
danced until 1:30 in the morning, collected some phone numbers, snapped a few pics, and then made the long trip back home
exhausted but happy that all was well. Crisis averted!