Memory

Every one has a “first time.” My first pony ride, my first time fishing, my first time going on vacation, but as you get older the “my firsts” become more adventurous. Ever since I turned eighteen I have had more privileges. I’m able to get a tattoo without parental permission also get body piercings, and believe me I have took advantage of some of those. My most memorable moment was my first night at a dance club. That’s where my adventurous first comes into play. Most of my friends attend East Stroudsburg University so I go there a lot. My one friend asked me to go to a club with her and some of the girls that attend East Stroudsburg also. I never went to a night club before, but I thought, “Hey, I’m eighteen, why not'” I wasn’t sure what club we were going to but I figured it would be one around the Stroudsburg area. The night of the club I took my car up to the college and gave my friend a call. Turns out, the club was in Allentown, and I was nominated driver! All the girls hopped in my car and off we went, forty minutes of back tracking. We rocked out the whole way there to Lil Wayne and Drake, the famous rap artists of the year. I was nervous driving the whole way down just because I had precious cargo in the car, but I was enjoying myself. We finally arrive in Allentown about quarter of eleven. I wasn’t sure where I was going so my friend Brianna helped me out. We go down all these back alley roads where random people were hanging out on the streets. That was the time I wished I wasn’t so cheap and paid to have tinted windows, but I locked all of our doors just as a pre caution. I still had no idea what this place was called so I asked another girl that came along. She said it was Stonewall a gay club. I just stared at her for awhile, I couldn’t figure out what we were doing there. It turns out the one girl was a lesbian and she went to this club all the time. By then I was freaking out, I wasn’t sure if I had enough courage to walk through the doors. Then I thought about it and said to myself, “Well there truly is a first for everything.” We all got in line, showed the lady our driver’s license, and got our hand stamped. I grabbed my friend to stay by me, I felt like I was walking inside of a haunted house. As soon as we reached the open dance floor everyone stared, they knew we weren’t there due to the fact of us liking women, which made it a million times more awkward. I watched a lot of them dance on the dance floor and realized that I was staring at them like I’d seen a ghost. The one girl who came with us actually went off dancing so we were on our own and wanted to make the best of it. As the night went on we all moved towards the dance floor. You’re at a club, why not dance' No one seemed to mind, everyone did their own thing. We all danced with each other, it reminded me of my high school dances where the girls just did there own thing till the boys had to butt in and ruin it. But that’s what made this club so different, there was no creepy boy coming up to you trying to dance all up in your space. There was no touching which every girl at a dance club hates; it was just a nice relaxing night with the girls. No pigs. I really can’t say I judged, I just figured we wouldn’t be accepted into a club like that. Maybe some people in there thought we were there to be jerks and make fun. Maybe that it was I became so nervous when she told me what kind of club it was. Every single person in there was the nicest person I have ever met. Now that I have been to several clubs I realized Stonewall was my favorite. It was the perfect girls night and would go back in a heart beat.