A Not-So-Typical Night Out

As most young people do, as soon as my friends and I became the legal drinking age (and maybe slightly before) we were fully invested in experiencing everything the party scene had to offer. It was all so brand new and exciting to us, every night had endless possibilities for adventure. One of our most memorable nights began with our usual group, and our usual bar.

After spending an unknown amount of time drinking our cheap drinks at the house, we piled into the taxis and headed downtown. We were feeling great, feeling invincible. The first half of the night was a mixed blur of shots, loud music, and hollering to be heard at even a foot away from one another. Eventually, we noticed an argument breaking out between a couple strangers and one of our dear friends. Although neither of us had any idea what the context or cause of it was, we were all quick to jump in to help out our clearly outnumbered pal.

Somehow, we all cooled down and started becoming civil to one another. My friends and I were not about to let this group ruin our evening. We said our drunken apologies, and bought a round of drinks to ice the situation. Just as we were about to walk away, someone from the group muttered a rude comment about our friends dancing skills. If there was ever a way to reignite a fire in my friends' eyes, it was talking smack about their dancing.

Of course, the only logical way to solve this was a dance-off. We rushed to the floor and let them have first go. They were impressive, Ill give them that. But they had no idea who they were up against. My friends and I jumped into what seemed like a scene from a corny teen dance movie. As we preformed our typical routine for them, we could see they were blown away. This was not our first rodeo. We were accustomed to causing a scene on the dance floor, sliding through each others legs, jumping off backs, and leap frogging to end in a final pose, all of us gasping for air.

The crowd had by then formed a circle around us, we were the clear champions by the sound of the hollering and yelling. We felt accomplished, and after we high fived everyone, we turned to walk away. It was in that last second my dancing partner made the mistake of looking back to see their defeated faces. In that moment, a hiball glass came flying through the air by a member of the other team, aimed right at us. It hit my poor friend right in the center of the forehead, rebounded at a 45 degree angle upwards, soared over everyones heads, and smashed on the ground.

That was the last night we used our dancing skills to solve arguments.
We realized no matter how powerful our moves can be, glass is always going to be stronger.