GRAVY!

indy party

2008-04-12 — 10:26 p.m.

We just got back from a free dance party celebrating the Indie Newspaper's birthday. (Diane's idea)

Holy crap.

There were three groups of people at this party:

1) Young hipsters wearing tight pants, t-shirts, and blazers.

2) Late-middle-aged women wearing shawls (all looked like our landlady). Most seemed to indicate that they had been to the bellydancing class at the Y.

3) Old dudes with AWESOME HAIR wearing AWESOME OUTFITS. These included:
a) Billy Mitchell clone - long grey hair, white pants ... danced with hands in pocket at one point.
b) Guy with a braided beard, tight leather pants, and a tie with a naked woman on it. He left with two ladies.
c) Guy wearing a tuxedo shirt, bowtie, coat with tails, and jeans.
d) Old bald guy - definitely the best dancer of all. Dave said that he would be like watching your grandpa on The Grind. He had some crazy vogue moves.

Also present: woman(?) in a long skirt, corset top, and sailor hat, Mayor Bell (license plate actually says BILLBELL), and a tall lady who told me and Dave that we must not leave the dance floor. I can completely understand this request.
We are mesmerizing dancers.

The DJ played mostly a mix of bar mitzvah favorites from the early 90's, including "The Twist," "Love Shack,"
"Footloose," "Brown-eyed Girl," and "You Give Love a Bad Name," which is the song that ultimately compelled me to dance. There was also a gigantic bucket of free hummus. I didn't put any of it in my purse. I did, however, get a free bottle of water and some free silver beads. Score!

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