I wish I had a video phone

I hesitate to even write this as I feel my wordsmith skills may not be up to the task.

A friend of mine asked me to join her and a couple of her friends for dinner and a trip to a club in Orange Park. I was promised that the trip to this dance club would be unforgettable. There is no doubt that my friend came through with the promise.

When we walked into the club/bar there were only a handful of people there and to be honest it was a fairly normal crowd if a little on the older side. It was Ladies night, so I was hopeful there would be at least something to look at. Boy was I wrong.

Around 11 pm a flood of people from every walk of life poured into the joint. Every walk of life but the one that includes attractive people or those who can actually move in rhythm. We were treated to a surreal scene. Many of the women who entered were dressed as if the 80s never ended. One lady looked like she stole her outfit from Cher's closet and another clearly got her garb from a closeout of Mama Cass' worldly possessions.

Every time I turned my head I saw something more disturbing than before. There was a guy in leather pants dancing like Michael Jackson circa 1985 and another guy whose dancing is truly indescribable the best I can do is Mick Jagger rolling on ecstasy. In the corner there was a group constantly "swapping" partners. Not one person in that "lifestyle" group was even remotely attractive.

All in all, a good time of people watching.