there's a robber on the dancefloor, but they didnt steal our groove!

Oh how I do love how people think they're being so inconspicuous when they talk behind the palm of their hands and do 'magpie eyes' in your direction?? May I just say, there's no way that I'm going to hear what the hell you're saying anyway so cut the crap, put your hand down and let me lip read! From the look of her 'wind-tunnel tight' ponytail and decision to wear a turtle neck skivvy complete with puffer vest (inside a club), she was probably just cursing jealousy at me anyway... nothing new!

I went with my girl to order a beverage and to my excitement, I discovered that the usual scary bar wench wasn't working, so it was a relief to get smiles as we ordered our drinks and not have a moody cow who had facials like she was permanently 'on the blob', smashing drinks around the place and choosing to only serve humans that had a penis. The bar staff were great and the line was moving fast. 

After our vanilla vodka shots, we chose to set up camp on one of the lounges in a prime location (in between the bar and DJ booth) and then BINGO!!!.... we've been here 10 minutes and there's already a paralytic on the floor straddling the poor innocent pole. Her poor friends tried the 'we don't know her' tactic by turning away when she was beckoning for them to join her and then they threw the shit directly towards the fan, got their camera/phones out and made the most of the situation. She was the typical sloppy first dancer up on the floor that would make the next few dancers look absolutely amazing in comparison.

Sloppy Sarah had left the building, everyone was burning up the dance floor to "Only Girl (In the World)" by Rihanna and I felt like I seriously WAS the only girl in the room with all the male circus freaks that were starting to gather around us. This is when Sloppy Sarah would've come in good use, usually you can push the drunk pole dancer into random men to eliminate two pests at once, but I had to go into work mode and get rid of them myself. This involved death glares and telling the men there were incredible drink specials at the bar, it always worked.

My girlfriend was in lock down mode when she spotted two little street rats trying to progressively kick her clutch purse further and further across the dance floor. First time we assumed it was a mistake, but then we realised they were trying to steal the handbag! So my girlfriend grabbed the bag out of the girl's hand, reported it immediately to security, but the robbers had already made a quick escape and apparently already taken off with another two bags!

We had another drinky and a dance to settle our nerves and then a little skinny moustached teenager that only just entered puberty came over and asked if he could add me on facebook. What was he thinking?? .... "Yes! i would love to accept your friend request and have you stalk my pictures while you imagine us playing LAIR together in your freaky little basement that resembles something of a Ikea children's bedroom catalogue??" No sweetie, go back to Babybook and meet your pals there. I pushed him towards some chick who was reliving her raver years and it sure looked like she accepted his tongue request within 3 seconds! Ahh true love!


It was progressing to closing time and the lights were coming on but we were still dancing up a storm. secretly, I think they just turned the lights on so the staff and DJ could get a good look at us performing because there was still 30 mins till closing. Everywhere we looked there were eyes on us (smiling and not laughing thankfully) and we bowed, curtsied and got a round of applause as we were leaving the club.

Waiting for a taxi was half as painful as the ride home because the driver wouldn't stop talking! If the meter was running on his words per minute, i would have to put this trip on layby. I tried hard to return the conversation and even tried to pretend i was getting calls on my mobile, but even my mobile had fallen asleep because of his verbal diarrhoea.

Quite a respectful night had by Candy and thankfully still had my dignity.....and my purse! xx