One Life Stand

They say there’s a first time for everything.  So Saturday night, I went to the club.  I’m not a club person.  I probably haven’t been to a club in two years or so.  Not only did I go to the club but a hole-in-the-wall club in a less than stellar part of town…with my dad!  That’s right, me and GeckoDad at the club.

My older brother (GeckoBigBro - GBB) recently decided he wants to DJ.  He told us he had a gig at a new club that had opened a few weeks ago.  I wasn’t really feeling going, much less to that part of town.  I’m scaredy-cat, you know.  I had made up in my mind that I would only go if GeckoBro (my younger brother) came back with my car in time (he’d gone to a basketball game with some friends).  So when he didn’t show up, I was just going to put on my PJs.  But then GeckoDad said he’d go with me!  At 10 o’clock at night!  This is the same man who used to get on me for trying to leave the house after 9pm.  Nevermind that HE probably hasn’t been to a club in 30 years.  He has never been that "cool dad".  He’s the dude who’s at the church almost everyday and takes the kids from the church camp to the skating rink.

We got in the car and headed to the shady part of town.  He was driving and I was navigating but we were having a hard time finding the place.  Finally, he spotted GBB’s car in a nearly empty parking lot.  We did a u-turn and I saw my car (which GeckoBro was driving).  We parked and walked in.  The music was bumping but the place was empty.  Seriously empty…as in there were eight people inside - our family (five people), the bartender and two folks sitting at the bar.

We made the best of it though.  There was a pool table so we played a few games then hung out in the "DJ booth" with GBB.  He seemed really happy that we all came out to support him so it was worth it.