One night in San Francisco I coaxed Dawn Riddle into eating dinner at Spork, a merry adventure indeed; taking punks to eat fancy food is great fun! They are always so bemused!
After filling up on backwards food (mmm, scallops) we met some of her friends at a club to watch a DJ spin what the poster declared was “alternative hits of the 90’s.”
Apparently, this now means “stupid mainstream music you could hear at the junior high prom.” Plus, I was the oldest person in the place by easily a decade. And, worst of all, half the people were wearing ironic plaid. Ugh!
I ditched the scene and scampered off to Annie’s Social Club for Leisure, where Marcus promised I could find actual grownups having fun. Upon arrival my friends plied me with alcohol then dragged me up on the tiny stage where they were hopping around like loons.
Then they ordered me to dance. Which I proceeded to do. For the second time in my entire life. After about an hour one of my charming companions stopped and said in wonder You’re a good dancer!
Well, duh. The fact that I choose not to do something does not mean I am incapable!
