After work I bought a pair of black work shoes at this small department store on Southport. A guy at work told me about them. He said they were just like the kind they wear in London, and they were only 30 bucks. I had to get them right away because it was Wednesday and I was going to the Metro that night.
I showed J.D. the shoes and he said they were cool. We bought a six-pack and hung out listening to tunes until we left. Nothing really gets going until 11:30 or 12, so we had plenty of time. Right before we left, I cranked the Cure’s “Let’s Go to Bed” on the CD player to get psyched.
We went right to the Smart Bar, and it was packed. I got myself a Miller and walked around the dance floor. There were a lot of cute chicks there. I found a space against the wall to lean against and watch people dance. I saw J.D. on the floor. He’s a helluva dancer. I think clucks dig him ’cause he can dance. He found me and I gave him some of my beer.
Then, out of nowhere, this blond chick came over and handed J.D. a napkin. I thought it was to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He knew better. It was a note that said “Would it be terribly forward of me if I molested your body?” It was signed “The blond with the hat.” She was wearing this cool hat.
The next time this chick walked by us, J.D. grabbed her hand and said real coollike, “You handed me that note. I’d like to dance with you.” Of course the chick was into it. They danced and I lost them.
As I was getting another beer, I saw this chick I saw at Neo on Monday night. She was real cute. She was a great dancer. She didn’t look like she was with anyone. An Echo tune came on, and when she started dancing I was psyched. Echo’s the best.
I went out on the floor, a beer in one hand and a smoke in the other. I was dancing the way I do when I looked at my beer and saw that it was foaming out of the top of the bottle. I took a drink and put it down next to one of the poles. I wanted to move more anyway. I put out the smoke and really started moving. I was kind of close to that Neo chick, but I wasn’t making it too obvious. I would look over at her every now and again, but it wasn’t like I was staring her. We’d kind of dance together and then do our own thing. After the Echo tune, she sat down. I stayed on the floor for a while. I was really sweating.
I got tired and went for my beer. Someone had knocked it over, and there was sawdust all over it. I went outside to take a break.
Outside I saw J.D. and that blond chick coming toward me. They were arm in arm.
“J.D.,” I said.
He looked up and came to where I was standing. “Hey man,” he said. We shook hands.
“Cindy,” she said.
“Cindy. I’m sorry–I spaced,” he said.
“Hello Cindy,” I said, “I’m J.D.’s roommate.”
“Hello J.D.’s roommate,” she said.
She was smiling at me the whole time.
“We’re going back to Cindy’s to party,” he said. “Do you want to come along?”
“No,” I said. “I’m kind of dealing on this chick I met at Neo.”
“Cool,” he said, “I’ll see ya at the place.”
They both left, and I went back inside. I spotted the Neo chick on the floor and went out there. I wasn’t dancing too long before I lost her. I needed another beer, so I left the floor. I was shocked when they stopped the music and said last call. I couldn’t believe it was so late. I bought the beer but couldn’t find the chick. I looked all around but didn’t see her anywhere. When I went back to the dance floor, I noticed there weren’t too many chicks left at all. There was one chick who had been kind of eyeing me earlier. She wasn’t real good-looking, but she had a sweet body. I went over and stood by her and watched the dance floor. I was gonna rap with her, but one of her friends came up and they left. I left, too.
When I got home, J.D. wasn’t there. He must be with that chick, I thought. I went to my room and undressed for bed. I was surprised I didn’t feel drunk. I put my clothes in the laundry basket, and I even brushed my teeth. But when I was lying in bed, I couldn’t sleep. I kept rolling around trying to get comfortable, but I couldn’t do it. Finally, I got up and went to the living room. I looked out of our window and there was no one on the street. I went into J.D.’s room. A bunch of clothes were on his floor. I picked up one of his shirts, and I found section two from last week’s Reader. I sat on the bed and leafed through it. Bedrock had ladies’ night on Thursdays. That’s tonight, I thought. I put the paper down and went into the living room. I thought I’d listen to one tune before I went to bed. It was the Mighty Lemon Drops’ “The Other Side of You.” I started dancing like I do, really getting into it. I was sweating and everything. Before I knew it, I had danced through the whole first side of the album. I went to the couch and sat down. I could feel beads of sweat coming down my forehead. I wiped it with my arm and leaned my head back. The next thing I remember I was waking up on the couch. The sun was out and I heard cars outside the window I got up and went to my room and fell asleep. I forgot to turn the stereo off.
Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): photo/Bruce Powell.