You know you are lame... (okay, okay, I am lame) when you are 37 years old, dressed like a skater chick and excited to go out on a friday night without a curfew because the kids are all at a sleepover! (And you think that complete strangers aren't wondering why that Mom is dressed like she's 17.)
Even lamer when you (okay, I) siddle up to the bar and ask for 4 shots, "something chik-like and yummy."
Even lamer still when you (okay, I) and my friends are the ONLY ones on the dance floor, and you frankly don't care because you've been out dancing about 3 times in the past 8 years.
And, lastly, lamest when you... I and my friends scream in unison and sing every single word to the Violent Femmes song, "Add it Up," while the entire rest of the packed bar knows not a note.
And the night only reaches a crescendo when you (okay, okay MEEEE) pay a crazy cover charge to be gloriously basked in 1980's songs for the rest of the evening. Dancing until your calves hurt the next morning.
Lame. Old. Old and lame.
But fun.
Monday, October 20, 2008
You Know You Are Lame When...
Posted by Katy at 3:37 PM
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There were a few guys that would argue... they didn't see anything LAME about a couple of nearly 40 year old married women getting down on the dance floor, even if they were all by themselves. :)
Ooooh, this is interesting, what guys would argue? Was your "friend" (you) attracting attention with "her" (your) lameness?
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