I'm A Little Bit Country...Who Knew?

Here’s my promise to the blogging world. You will not be able to get enough of my posts this summer. That is how I will make up for my serious slacking these last few weeks. Thursday was my last day of classes as an undergrad. I did not throw my notebooks up in the air, but only because I still have finals to get through and need my notes to study. However, there may be some serious paper tossing on the 10th. Instead on Thursday I allowed my inner country girl to come out and play…turns out there is a little bit of country in this East Coast girl.

I have been trying to do everything possible to get the most out of Columbus before I leave next Monday. The other night, against all my better judgment, I went to the bar Nyohs for the last time. Nyohs is a country bar in Columbus where a dance floor is reserved for line dancers and line dancers only. These people are insane! I’m fascinated by the amount of skill that goes into holding a bottle of beer and swinging your legs in the air. Complete strangers all know the moves to the same dances. Depending on what song came on, a different dance was done. I was completely sober during my entire Nyohs experience, and B, who was with me, said at one point she turned around and I was in between people I didn’t know attempting to learn the dances. That is what I did for the majority of my night. When will I ever get to do that again? I called my cousin to tell him about my night (he was in Atlantic City during the same time frame…we had very different experiences). He hoped I enjoyed myself because “you won’t find places like that around here.”

Overall my night was what I like to call a “series of events…not unfortunate, but events.” B was a silly girl (that’s my phrase for non-sober ☺), and she was set on the fact that we would not pay for anything the entire night. And she was half right. She did not pay for anything the entire night. When an idea comes to B’s head, she sticks with it. First we took a cab with friends. When we arrived at the bar everyone ran out except our neighbor and I, and I felt bad allowing him to pay for the whole ride – there went $2. Next, we took our place in line for the club. I overheard there was a three dollar cover, and I was not really in the mood for covers. B gripped my hand and said, “We won’t pay. I promise. Watch, I’ll go first.” B attempted to schmooze the bouncer unsuccessfully when a lovely female patron in line behind us gave the bouncer a five-dollar bill – B being “silly” went running into the club. I had two choices: pay the three bucks because there is no way that girl was going to pay for me as well, or go sit by myself at the shady McDonalds across the street. I paid. While inside, I decided to go drink-free because I was quickly becoming poor…B received three drinks from male patrons. Flash forward to the end of the line dancing excitement. I realized that while I was resting my eyes on a bar stool, everyone had left except my neighbor and I. We grabbed a cab, and I lost five more dollars. Lesson of the night: Only carry around my debit card from now on.

My other lesson is that I have to learn to embrace my sexuality. I’m always told by my roommates and M that “we’re girls, we don’t pay!” It must be my inner feminist, but I always pay when I can. The only exception is if a guy asks me out on a date – I still have some sense of romance, but I like purchasing things on my own…most of the time.