For the past three months, we've been taking private dance lessons, learning the Night Club Two-Step. It's an elegant dance suited for many genres of music including country, boy bands and pop. We've been working hard at perfecting the steps to the rhythm but nothing we did could have prepared us for our night at Maxi's.
After our great dinner, we thought a night of dancing would help us work off the extra calories imbibed.
Maxi's is located on the 14th floor of the DoubleTree with panoramic views of Sea-Tac and Mt. Ranier. We arrived at 9 pm and were greeted by security who wouldn't allow us in until they had seen our ID. Susan was charmed by the request; I was a bit off-put because we had to go back to our room to get her ID.
When we finally made it back and past the checkpoint, we entered a spacious bar with several side rooms, ceiling to floor glass windows and a dance floor half the size of a basketball court. Two ladies of the night were bellied up to the bar and the DJ, aloft in his corner control room was busily working on the play list for the evening.
We ordered a glass of wine and after choosing a table, I walked up to the DJ and asked if he had any two-step, In Sync, or country. I thought my request was legitimate but he looked at me as if I had asked him out on a date. He brusquely replied, "No way man. R&B and Pop, that's all I play -- none of that other crap!"
With my tail tucked between my legs, I retreated to our table and gave Susan the news. We'd already payed $15 each as a cover plus $3 each for the wine, so we thought we may as well enjoy our wine and then make our way back to our room.
But, that's when things started happening. All of a sudden, a two-step began to play so we took to the dance floor. Our lessons didn't fail us and we flawlessly danced the entire tune. During this dance, two or three other couples trickled in. We then sat back at our table, listened to a couple of more tunes and then a song with a cha-cha beat played so we took to the dance floor again. Four or five more couples trickled in, and so this pattern played out until about 10 am when the place began to fill.
The music started bumping a notch louder, the drinks started costing a bit more, R&B was replaced by Hip Hop and we realized we were the among only seven white folk in a crowd of 200. The DJ announced that we were celebrating our 35th anniversary and played the Hip Hop tune "Happy Anniversary," and we danced while the crowd hooted and clapped. Isn't America great?!
As the night progressed, things got louder, people got friendlier, Susan was befriended by a lovely young black lady, Angie, who sought advice on how to get her man to propose and then how to keep him. We ended the night trading phone numbers with Angie and Christian. What a great night!
y'all's are totes hip! you should have told the dj you're from the yay.
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