Girl goes from cowboy scene to club, heels

Growing up in the northeast corner of Wyoming, I was subject to dances that involved two-step and cowboy boots. If a boy put his hand below your waist during a slow dance, a teacher was immediately between the two of us explaining the Bible rule (if you can’t fit at least a Bible between your bodies, you were too close).

However, after a series of events that involved me attending a conference in Dallas and discovering a new culture in downtown Denver, I willingly quit counting to two in my head and ditched the cowboy scene.

When a group of students and myself flew to Dallas for the ACP/CMA National College Media Convention, we encountered plentiful knowledge pertaining to our degree fields and cultural experiences that one could never get in Wyoming.

On our last night in the Lone Star State, my partner-in-crime Brooke Darden and I decided we needed to experience the club scene in a large city.

With no knowledge of clubbing other than gathering context from “Keeping up with the Kardashians” and “Miami Vice,” my girl Brooke and I wound up at a club called Medusa located downtown.

We could not understand the DJ speaking Spanish and relied on a man named Rick dressed in a pimp costume (it was a week prior to Halloween) to be our interpreter.

The night was filled with meeting new people from different parts of the world and learning to dance to modern music that differed immensely from Alan Jackson’s “Chattahoochee.” To be honest, it was one of the most thrilling experiences of my life.

Let me be clear, I am not the poster club girl with dramatic makeup and five inch heels in a dress my father would certainly disapprove of. I was convinced that when I walked into the club with a long-sleeved, black romper in sandals I would stick out like the Midwesterner I was.

Instead, Brooke and I were welcomed by a night of no judgement. Everyone was dressed differently and danced like they were final contestants on “Dancing with the Stars.” For me it was an escape from all the problems I had in my life. I was only concerned with two things; having as much fun as I possibly could and dancing till I could no longer feel my legs.

Since then Brooke and I have gone to clubs in Denver, and while I believe nothing will ever compare to my first time, I never miss a chance to get dolled up for a night clubbing with my girls.

About Jenna Piper (32 Articles)
I began my journey in the world of Mass Media in the spring semester of 2017 and have been completely obsessed with it ever since. Starting out as a Managing Editor for Wingspan, I was able to dive into journalism and found a passion in writing. As a tri-editor for Wingspan, I am excited to be exposed to the many opportunities the subject of Mass Media provides. My overall plan is to leave Laramie County Community College with invaluable experience and enroll at Black Hills State University in Spearfish, South Dakota. I hope to graduate with a bachelor in Mass Communications. In regards to my future profession and area of emphasis I am still in the deciding stages. I hope with the continuation of my studies I will stumble upon what I am meant to do in the amazing-chaotic life of a journalist.

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