I was underwhelmed.
I was on the guest list, so I didn't have to pay to get in (yay!) and someone bought me a beverage (double yay), so my out-of-pocket expenses were nil. I got to see some good folks, always a bonus. But other than that, I could've had a V8 and stayed at home to finish watching The Thomas Crown Affair.
- Of course, the big draw of the night was the Jones/Tarver fight. I'm sorry, but Roy Jones will always be that mumbling ship captain in The Matrix Reloaded. "Shut your hole, Bane, 'fore I put you in one."
- It was in the 60s outside, so WHY was the A/C pumping like it was high noon on the first day of July? I was very frozen and was pleased that a gentleman allowed me to liberate his black velvet blazer to ward off the chill.
- I guess I'm showing/feeling my age these days, because I danced once the entire night. I didn't know what the DJ was playing! All these folks throwing their hands in the air, waving like they just don't care, and I played the wall with a clueless look on my face.
- I wish they would ban smoking in clubs here, like they do in NY and CA. I do not relish smelling like an ashtray, and thought those days were gladly behind me.
In addition to the above, my "date" was rude and my ankle hurt due to a mishap earlier that day. But those are other stories for other times. :)
I may have to return to the Gardens this Saturday in order to get my pool lessons...but that's okay, 'cause my "instructor" is a sexy MF. I'll keep you posted. ;)
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