Saturday night was met with much excitement and anticipation by yours truly. A good friend of mine had been trying to get me to go to some dance party in Oakland for months, but things kept getting in the way (prior commitments, illness, etc). This dance party? Well, it’s something sort of special, you see. It’s a once a month kind of thang. It is an entire evening of Prince and Michael Jackson’s music. This is serious business, y’all!
When we got there I wasn’t sure what to expect. This specific event is also held in San Francisco and I’d heard about the packed house and line outside to get in. But this time there was no line. I liked the space it was in (Vitus on Broadway) and found the decor and atmosphere to be inviting, worn around the edges and eclectic…my kind of place! Ha! The drinks were weak as hell, but surprisingly affordable all things considered. I had a cape cod at first but discovered they had Strongbow in a can and opted for that after detecting zero vodka in my cranberry.
The DJ’s were awesome! I’m no expert on DJ’s, but I am picky as hell about music. These guys knew their shit, read the room and kept the party going…All night long! They started out with some deeper cuts, some slower tracks, but kept buiding until pretty much everyone in the places was dancing if not at least bopping along to the music. There were times when I wanted to get some water and take a break in a chair for awhile, but NO! They would throw on “OMZTHATSMYJAM!” and I’d spin around to dance some more before I could even make it to the table.
The crowd was friendly and respectful. This was no meat market. I didn’t see any creepers or pervs and it seemed to me that everyone was there to get their groove on and show off their moves! There was even an MJ impersonator who was fabulous and gracious with photos and dance partners alike. His moves were legit, that is all I will say about that. There were lots of couples and a wide range of ages and ethnicities.
I had a blast dancing with my girls and just being silly and shakin’ my groove thang. Towards the end of the night, when my body kept moving even though I knew I was beyond beat, I realized something every fatty fears: I was the fattest person in the room. It was a big room, too! Ha-ha! This realization didn’t slow my feet or my hips. This sudden thought of being the ultimate fatty in a room full of hotties and geeks galore didn’t frighten or depress me. I simply had the thought, looked around to double check, and then smiled a knowing smile for no one else but me. Because I may have been the fattest in the room, but I danced my ass off all night anyway!