The morning after Creative Loafing's Best Of party at Butter NC a couple of weeks ago, I woke up wondering if I had gotten drunk and run the Boston Marathon in heels. My thighs were burning, my groin all but torn, my neck stiff, and my calves were hard as a rock.
Yet, I hadn't been drinking all that much — because I was too busy dancing, and I sweat out every drop of alcohol I drank.
We'll call what I experienced "a dancing hangover." A better one to have than a moral or alcohol induced one ... but a (literal) pain in the ass nonetheless.
NASCAR driver Denny Hamlin was there, and I told him that I wish they had showers in the girls' bathroom for girls who treat the dance floor like aerobics class. He said I was so sweaty, I looked like I'd just stood in the shower.
Aside from wearing a lot of deodorant, ladies, a general rule for dancing is to wear boy shorts under your dress. You never know when you're going to break out into a random dance party, and you don't want to show your "Britney" while you're dropping it like it's hot. (I have accepted the fact that my name is now synonymous with a crotch).
And I get it — your feet hurt after dancing, but going barefoot in a bar is also another gross Britney Spears move. You can step on broken glass ... or someone's puke.
Some other good dance floors around town to emulate Soul Train include Whisky River, Phil's, Dixie's Tavern, and downstairs at Town Tavern. You can also check out Cosmo's for salsa, The Breakfast Club for breaking, and Coyote Joe's and City Limits for country.
And apparently, country music star Chuck Wicks thinks Rusty Rudder is a good place to show off some of his moves from Dancing With the Stars, as he did the other night.
Meanwhile, Suite is a little too crowded for me — my dancing can be dangerous in there when I start swinging my hips ... arms and head.
Incidentally, I just don't get the saying "cut a rug" ... most dance floors are hardwood. But I do know the next time I go out dancing, I'm stretching first.