...The new man and I were at a bar about an hour away from home with a group of friends.
The eight of us took a limo to the packed restaurant. We toasted one another while we sat in buttery seats and moved along I-84 to Newburgh, NY. We shared stories, we laughed, and before we knew it, we had arrived.
We skipped the line of people outside waiting to get in, and moved into the thick heat of a crowded restaurant thumping with music.
Our cocktail waitress for the evening greeted us and supplied us with all the drinks we could manage, before moving us to our own table that sat outside, overlooking the Hudson River. Our view of the River was only obstructed by the mass of bodies that crowded around us. Hundreds of young and old men and women gathered on the long patio that served as the outdoor bar to the trendy restaurant. The atmosphere had a heartbeat. And it was rapid.
Although there was no official dancefloor, we couldn't help ourselves. We danced all night, fueled by champagne and Vodka mixed with Red Bull.
Get Low, Nancy. Get Low...
I danced with Nancy and the other ladies with whom we shared the evening, before my date and I sequestered ourselves on the floor. Tucked into a semi-private corner of our area, we moved to hearty R&B beats; slow and steady alternating with fast and rough. The air was syrupy with humidity, making my face glisten and my long and thin white shirt stick to my body. It was scrumptious.
After hours and hours of dancing, drinks and laughter, we called the amazing night to end. Exhausted, we piled into the waiting white car that had carried us there and headed home.
I don't remember the last time I had that much fun.