Current Mood: amused

I’ve heard tale of “Cougar Night” at this local place called the Palms, but really I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Last night, Angie, Trisha, and I went to see some good friends play a little music there. Upon walking into the place, I immediately realized I was out of my element completely. Almost everyone there was old enough to be my mother or father.

The women…. well, let’s just say that I think we might’ve been the only women in the place under 50 and without any plastic and/or silicone parts. There was one lady there who has obviously had so much plastic surgery that her face literally looked like that cat up there. I seriously wish I’d gotten a picture. And I’m here to tell you, the cougars were on the prowl for sure… bumping, grinding, and shaking it on the dance floor… They were ALL ABOUT the boys in the band too. At one point, I heard one say to the guys, “I’ve got a hot tub back at my place. I’d like to take you back home with me and teach you a few things!” They were disgusting, pathetic, and absolutely hilarious all at the same time.

The men… oh my goodness. They were on the hunt too, but they didn’t seem to be very interested in the cougars. They seemed to be looking more for spring chickens. It was creepy! They all just stood around staring. I felt like a piece of meat. To get to the restroom in this place, you have to walk down a long hallway that could be likened to a walk of shame. They line the walls…waiting, watching, salivating.

Sitting there minding my own business with my girls, this old guy came up to me and was trying to get me to go dance with him. He looked old enough to be my grandfather. He stood there literally thrusting and told me “I work hard all day and party hard all night baby!” It took all I had not to laugh. He was out of control! He asked me where my boyfriend was. I lied and told him that my boyfriend would be there in just a few minutes. Right at that very moment, our friend Jonathan walked in. I said, “Hey baby!”, threw my arms around him, and laid one on him. It was perfect timing! Old dude promptly excused himself. Heh! Mad props to Jonathan for being such a good sport!

While our night was somewhat creepy, it was one of the best times I’ve had in a while. I’m sure this won’t be my last adventure at the Palms. My friends are going to be playing there again and I’m sure I’ll catch a show or two. Rest assured the band won’t be the only entertainment though!