My First Experience At WAVE

I felt like a 16 year old sneaking into a club. I mean...granted, I kinda still look 16 (according to my ex Kevin), but still. It must have been the green band which I was wearing, signifying my underage-ness. Damn me for forgetting my chalked ID. Then again I was designated driver. Linda, Jordan, and I didn’t really know what we were getting ourselves into. The place had 4 sections:

1) The entrance which kinda had a bed behind the cash register, a pool table and a fish tank. There were TVs, but I’ll get to that later.

2) In front of us was a red bar. It was early so most of the denizens of the club were hovering this area, including Mark, Dani, and Jason, all three going together, I suppose.

3) There was a room to the left of the entrance with couches, TVs and a fish tank with quite large fish. The TVs were stuck on video 1 and only had a blue screen. As Linda babied her free rum and coke (and boy did she take long) we sat in front of the blue screen on the blue couch. It was comfy and people probably made out (or worse) on it.

4) To the right of the entrance, the heart of Wave. First thing that caught my eye? The pole. I mean, there was a bar, a dance floor, a stage, some couches, the bathroom, but the pole was the most intriguing.

We sat at the side, raised two steps above the dance floor and looked down upon the dance floor and the creepy old men at the club. Returning to that darned TV… a very un-porno video of women in weird positions exposing what seemed like several very painful piercings in private places was on, no one really paying attention to it… I mean most of the people there weren’t there for girl porn anyway. It was rather disgusting, actually.

The techno/electronica was blaring, the color balls would change colors, and a strobe light would turn on to “extreme blink” and then fade down to nothingness. Other random lights blinked occasionally; there were also glows of the DJ booth and the bar. So eventually Linda, Jordan, and I got on the dance floor occasionally Mark or Jason would join in. Jason would try to dance with Jordan while she didn’t really reciprocate.

Linda got really tired so I gave her my keys so she could nap in the car. A few minutes later the Drag Queens took the stage. The first two were bad, but Danni was oogling the first one. Of course my friends tend to be retarded at one point or another and tonight it was Linda’s turn. She didn’t know how to turn on my car. I had to run outside and turn it on for her. Thankfully I had filled the gas that day and the tank was above the F. I ran back and read the sign that said “no re-admittance” and scoffed at it. The woman at the register said I could

The last of the drag queens hit the stage. She was what seemed like the “head mistress” or in my head, the M. Bison of the Drag Queens. She was decent, much better than the first one.

Then to spite Linda, the current music kicked in. The 90s classics. The reggaeton. Anything that Linda woulda a gotten a kick out of. There was a cute boy looking at me and he told his friend so she turned her head in a 270 degree angle. I gave her the eyebrow raise and then continued dancing with Jordan.

A while later, my legs hurt, Linda was eating my gas, and Jordan looked equally tired. So we left. At 2:20 AM. We stopped into convenient, Linda still napping in the car. I got a quart of orange juice. I dropped off Linda, who at that point was sporting the sexy lion bed head. I despise RA’s for having the ability to use the back door after the doors are locked for everyone else. I found my favorite parking spot and Jordan and I entered Lenape. For the next day my ears rang and I had an 8 page paper and a public speaking speech due.

- Paz

Post Script 1 – I got an A- on my speech about how there should be more Asians in the media.

Post Script 2 - If you didn't know, I broke up with Eric. And started talking to Kevin again. But that's because we got to talking outta nowhere.