Charlotte Holiday Party

So Flick and I were invited to a holiday party through my work. When given the invitation, my co-worker says to me, well of course you will go, you don't know any better, you're new around here. Well he was exactly right. When I got home that evening I told Flick of the party and he also agreed to "why wouldn't we go". The invitation says, "Free Food, Beer and Drinks, until it runs out". So why would we choose NOT to go! Even if we weren't new, that's just silly. So when the weekend of the party came: (1) we were excited because we actually had something to do, (2) we weren't going to have to spend any money and (3) we were looking forward to seeing how a few drunkin-ADULT southerners acted after a few free drinks. Well, walking into the bar we felt pretty special because we were actually at a private party...which you could not enter unless you had the invitation.
(Flick starts typing now)
I didn't really know what to expect but there was a good chance we were going to get to experience something different again. At first it was kind of awkward because we didn't really know a lot of people and we didn't have anywhere to sit. After about fifteen minutes hammer's co-worker offered us a couple of spots at their table...this is where things took a turn for the better. We were close enough to the band that we had to yell to each other but we also had a front row view of the dance floor, which unknowingly would come in handy for us later. After talking to the local folk for awhile we noticed that there was a buzz amongst the crowd of fifty or so people. That buzz was the fact that everyone was starting to get a little drunk. As we were sitting there talking everyone at my table was staring past me towards the dance floor. I turned around to see the drunkest person there out on the dance floor bustin' a move. She was dancing with her drink and heels on...not a good combo. The band was a jazz band and I was really starting to get into it. After a while the drunk lady on the dance floor had danced with at least seven different guys and was now starting to look towards our tables direction in hopes of finding another dance partner. This is when I became frightened and tried to hide behind my beer bottle. All of the sudden one of the guys at our table popped up and went towards the dance floor. This guy hadn't really said anything all night and was sporting an awesome mustache and had a hint of a mullet growing. He got up on the dance floor and danced with, but not touching, the dance superstar. For the next three minutes we witnessed the most awkward contorsions, jolts, movements, and head swinging we had ever seen out of a person. Hammer and I started laughing at first but then we realized that he was serious. He finally got done and came back to the table with a whole new swagger about him. We could tell that he was really proud of what he just did and I'm sure he just couldn't wait to get home so he could tell his NASCAR buddies about it. After this happened we had a few moments of silence while the band took a break...luckily they came back out and after a quick trip back to the bar so did the dance superstar. We noticed that she had hit a new level and was starting to sway. She got really close to the band and on one occassion she got tangled up in some wires and stumbled, this of course caugt our attention and as we all turned to look she was finally done in by the wires and she crashed to the ground. She took a good spill but being the champ that she was she dusted herself off and was back at it in no time. We didn't stay too much longer after that because a guy sitting behind me, who sounded like a NASCAR announcer, was starting to get really drunk and was making things really uncomfortable. Apparently, it is okay to get drunk and make inappropriate comments to strangers about the other strangers that you're with. And he started talking about confederate flags and stuff like that which signaled to me, it was time to go. Nonetheless, we both had a good time, and got to witness some funny drunk people. I will be able to live forever with the memory of the best three minutes of dancing I will ever see.

-Hammer and Flick