I went out to some clubs in Red Bank directly from River View hospital, after visiting my mom.
The "Downtown" bar was quite the scene. I asked the bartenders if they worked out at the same gym, because if they did, perhaps I was going to the wrong gym. The one girl I noticing dancing with herself (at this bar that didn't have a dance floor) inspired me to ask her - so where do you go dancing, which she obviously must be doing. She was really nice and clued me in to the club I was right next too, which had dancing. Initially I walked in there and there was no dancing happening yet, lots of people swaying at the bar. Finally as the time approached midnight, the place let its hair down, and the dancing started breaking out left and right.
Dancing is awesome, and actually represents a decent amount of cardiovascular (to this old guy)! I was the fifth black chick. The other four weren't aware that I'd be joining them just because I happened to be dancing against the same wall. I could get used to going out dancing, but I really wishing drinking was minimally involved since it breaks my Paleo diet. I haven't made it to the twerk zone yet, but it feels immanent.
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