This happened Friday night at Somar. Two ladies (older than us…all right, we called them “cougars,” not that we’re getting any younger) were grinding each other so hard and leaning back so far that they actually fell down. And they thought that two days a week of yoga was enough! For your mental image, it kind of looked like one had suplexed the other or they had pulled that bridge move from wrestling. I could be wrong with the name of that because I never felt the need to grapple with other boys in high school while wearing skin-tight unitards and head gear. I was content with going to the comic book shop, and not getting any attention from the girls at my school. Well, the first one was by choice.
Back to the ladies. The third friend (who was closer to our age) wasn’t as adventurous, but was not shy either, rubbing up and down her friend’s leg and ass at one point.
I’m not making fun of these women at all. Seriously. In the end, people should go out to have a good time, and these three were setting the tone for that night. The ladies didn’t have the words “awkward” or “self-conscious” in their vocabularies. Good for them. Their idea of a good time didn’t involve causing any trouble or talking loudly or vomiting, and we couldn’t agree more.
When we were walking back to my car, we saw the three of them again crossing the street, probably heading straight for the hot dog vendor parked outside of Uptown (the venue). All that dancing makes one hungry, I assume.
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