Now I'm on the DANE FLOOR?

The BBQ Pit
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Last night, I FINALLY made it out to another Flametrick Subs’ show after a month or so of trying but failing last minute. My friend’s band, the Roadhouse Rebels openned up for them, so it made the evening even more special. I even danced a bit during their show, and even though I’ve completely forgotten how to dance with Morgan, I still had fun. The problems is, once the Flametricks go on, two things happen:

  1. I always end up in the aisle. I don’t know what it is, but no matter where I move to, how packed in I make myself, I always end up right where people decide the road to wherever they want to be is. They walk between my friends and I, in front of us, in back of us, and it seems like there’s nothing I can do about it short of chaining us together and charging a toll. Not a bad idea, actually.

That’s not too bad, I’ve kinda gotten used to that, and it doesn’t really interrupt my enjoyment of the show. But this time, there was a whole new dynamic thrown into the mix:

  1. Swing dancers that suddenly decide that, although they’re completely surrounded by people, it’s time to DANCE!!! Like I said, I danced earlier that evening, but while the Rebels played, there was room on the dance floor for at least five couples to dance. Once the Flametricks go on though, everyone packs in and dancing becomes limited to jumping/dancing/swaying in place because that’s all the space was availing them. But no, you Mr. and Mrs. Gonna-slow-dance-during-incredibly-fast-music-though-we’re-too-drunk-to-be-coordinated go throwing yourselves at everyone around you, completely disreguarding the fact that there are people only one foot away from you. Okay, so we move, we pack ourselves in to give you your space, adn then what? Jack ass couple number two sets themselves up fucking three feet away and start whipping each other around like yo-yos. Mother of God, people! I’ve got no qualms with people dancing, but FIND ROOM!!! My friend Kendra was sitting down and people started dancing two feet away from her!! It’s pathetic when you’re sitting on stairs and people fail to see the error of flinging one another at you. And why were you following me? Leave me alone, let me enjoy the show, and if you want to dance, Get to where there’s some FUCKING ROOM!!! Have a little consideration, god damnit!
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Preach it, brother.

You forgot to mention the asshole who flicked a lit cigarette butt across a crowded room.

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Could have been worse.

you could have ended up on a Swede floor.

:wink:

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So did you complain right away or did you let them Finnish?

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Hey! There’s Norway you’ll get out of this brutal attack on Scandinavians.

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Well, it’s good that you didn’t yell at them right there. You could have screamed yourself Norse.

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I really can’t a-fjord to keep reading these puns.

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At least it was up tempo swing music and not Oslo song.

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When I go to the Dane floor, it is only to mead my friends.

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These are the Swedish puns I’ve ever heard.

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I Canute hold back a tide of laughter at these observations…

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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.

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You could always ask Ophelia to join you. I hear she’s pretty hot on the Dane Floor. Just don’t ask her to do The Swim.

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I thought he had to do the Scooby Dance.

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Oh, come on- I thought Mr. Backpack and the amazing Dancing Girl did a quite respectable swing dance.

And it takes BALLS to swing dance surrounded by so many punks. :slight_smile:

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Was Acqua playing?

:d&r: :smiley:

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The punks swing dance as well, so it doesn’t take that much in the ways of balls to do it. They made up couples number four and five.

Now that you mention balls though, Crazy Drunk Girl 1 and Crazy Drunk Girl 2 had me worried there for a bit. I was surely expecting a headbutt or worse, beer bottle to the crotch as they cunvulsed violently. I consider myself lucky there.

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I’m viking these puns a vot.