White Boy Special

have you ever found yourself in a place so different from any place you’ve experience before? This is one of those places.

“Dude it will be unlike anything youve experienced before!” he said. My friend was trying to convince me to join him at a dance party taking place out at a secluded beach bar club out by the airport. And we all know nothing lives out by barren waste land airports.

“Alright I’ll go.” I gave in. “Trust me dude you’re gonna love it.” He reassured me.

We arrived around 12:30 and the place was still wasn’t popping; i was having doubts. The place was made up of crusty old men, ugly woman and guys who look like they would take your wallet as soon as they see it. After a few drinks the place started to get interesting. The DJ wasnt the best but the girls were getting warmed up. It was around this time that i said “fuck it. I’m gonna have a good time.” Finally a good DJ came on and all hell broke loose.

I dont know how much North Americans know about Whining, grinding and daggering but there was some serious dancing going on up in this place. The music is so loud everything vibrates, including your clothes. your ears hum from the constant assault of deafing music. Now I know why it’s out by the airport.

By 1am I was loving this place. Most guys just sat around looking rough and maybe slightly bobbing their heads. Not us, we were getting in with the girls. In a place like this you don’t even have to talk to the girls. All you do is go up behind them for a second, grab their waist and put them against you. Sit back and enjoy the ride.

Girls were crazy to say the least. It was a remind white girls can’t move their ass for shit and black girls work it like they’re waxing the hood of a car. My friend and I had these two girls on us when he yells in my ear,  “Dude!!! Your the only white guy in this whole place! Your the fucking guy!” For the rest of the night I tried finding another white guy just to say I wasn’t the only one… But I was. I stood out like a confident swore white thumb. I’ve been in the minority plenty of times but not when its 300 people and you. I’m not complaining, I had a blast!

Number closing in a place where you cant even hear yourself think is impossible. But holy hell it was good time and a hell of an experience.