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.