For in this world, I'm bound to ramble. I have no friends to help me now.

Friday night, I realized just how old I really am. My husband and I decided that we wanted to go out. The first place, Coconuts was a little joint down the road from the house that had a live band playing. Before their first set was over I was very bored. We left and rode around before arriving at a rather redneck joint called the Foxhole. The Foxhole was getting interesting watching drunk chicks that could not sing and being blown away by a couple of black dudes performing The Sorry Bottom Boys "Man of Constant Sorrow". I spun around on my stool to find a very old friend sitting next to me. We studied each other for a moment and hugged.

It was my friend from Tampico that came to the states via under a backseat of a car. I had met her after she had been here for a few months and spent a bit of time with her teaching her English. We still speak a secret language which is a combination of broken English and Spanish. For some reason we have always managed to understand each other. My Spanish is so-so, and her English is not quite all there yet, but she has learned much since I stopped tutoring her.

She wanted for my husband and I to go over to another place where a Karioke contest going on. We went and shut that place down. We had fun. Then she wanted us to go to the after hours club with her. We said ok.

Now, this is where the night took a turn. We arrived at the Western Club and I wondered if that was a place that I really wanted to be. In my childhood, The Western Club building was a fried catfish house that my parents and I would go to eat. It sort of tripped me out a little to think I was at the place that I used to eat catfish tails and think they were the best things ever.

The general decor had not changed much in the 30 years since my last visit. The wood paneled walls were scarred up from many a brawl and weird little colored glass hurricane type chandeliers remained. There was still no air-conditioning there. A couple of places on the walls had since been airbrushed with murials of horses and a stagecoach in the desert scene. The same old tables and chairs were there, now decorated with pyramids of spent beer cans. There was a cow skull centered on the buttress wall by the dance floor. The worst underground hip-hop music blared from the worst PA system in the history of afterhours clubs. The worst dancing was being done to this worst music played on the worst PA in the worst club by the worst looking people, and they smelled like pure ass.

Usually at clubs, people have a tendancy to look halfway attractive because of the dark lighting. This was not the case. Those folks just had a bad case of the uglies. My husband and I decided that it would just be best to dance and look like we belonged. Clearly we didn't.

A few songs had played after I had took a good look around to see what was really going on. A circle of dancing people, like a love train begin to from around us. An orgy chain of whites, black, hispanics and midgets had no regard to race or sexual orientation to their nether regions was circling us in a humping fashion.

My old days in punk/goth bars intutition told me that this was not a good situtation. In fear of being old person fresh meat in the middle of a potenial mosh, I snatched up my husband and told him, "Let's see what's going on over here!" before the circle of doom entirely surrounded us.

Then we arrived at some sort of dance contest with sumo wresting rules. There were men in circle attempting to dance their competition out of the circle by forces of attitude. I decided that was just simply an old Micheal Jackson video gone terribly wrong.

I was wearing my pink paisley glittery hippy shirt and felt like the biggest sparkle pony jack-ass in that world of tweaking toothless young women and Bawcomite boys who were all younger than me. I could not have been happier when the lights came on at 4 a.m. and hearing the lovely words, "GET THE @#$% OUT!" My friend had already left without saying bye. I never EVER want to go to that place again!