I can't dance to this! (nooo, no can do)

Youth is meant for dancing out loud. 

What I mean by that is: dance like no one is watching when you're young. Don't get me wrong, you can dance like no one is watching when you're older as well, but you're going to know people are watching. When you're young it's easier to be carefree about dancing out loud. I love to get lost in the music. I close my eyes and my feet just start to move. 


When I was young I won tickets to see Incubus in concert at The Igloo. Say what you want about The Igloo, some people hated it and were glad to see it go. I have too many good memories there. 

When I was growing up my best friend's Mom worked for Mario Lemieux. We got to go to hockey games all the time. Hockey games are only fun when you see them in person. As I got older and the NHL came out of there strike, we acquired Sidney Crosby. I stood in line to get student tickets for twenty dollars. At the time I was a student at Point Park University. Student tickets were well worth it, our seat were two rows back from the glass. Crosby was a rookie that year. 

So many good memories at The Igloo. 

When we got to see Incubus I had won the tickets from 105.9 The X. They had a dance contest at Have a Nice Day Cafe in the Strip District. One of the nightclubs I mentioned in the Strip District.

Have a Nice Day Cafe was the best club in the Strip District as a matter of fact. All of my girlfriends worked there. They had an actual dance-floor in middle of the club that lit up like a disco stage. All different colored blocks would blink and move to the music. It was a very small dance floor but no one cared. No one cared. 

Surrounding the blinking lights and the crowded center of the club was a deejay booth, way high up at the front of the room. There were two different bars you could order your drinks. They were served in plastic cups and the cost was about... four dollars. Everyone smoked cigarettes at the time. The ceilings were so high and everyone was smoking something at the time. The best part about the club was the painted walls. They had portraits on every wall of caricatures of celebrities from the 1970's. John Travolta, Robert De Niro, Meryl Streep. And of course they had the leather couches. The couches like you'd see at every frat house throughout the city. I was always so positive I would never sit on the infamous couches at any club or frat party. Two drinks in I'd plop right down, comfortable as a cat.

Back to dancing out loud at the club in the early Two Thousands. 105.9 The X had a contest at Have a Nice Day on a Friday night to win concert tickets. 

All you had to do was dance on stage, not like a stripper, but dance out loud. Dance like no one was watching.

I got up onto the edge of the DeeJay booth with about seven other girls, eight including me. I held on tightly to my Malibu and Pineapple drink in the plastic cup and I danced like NO ONE was watching. 

That night I won tickets for us to go see Incubus at The Igloo, about three rows back. 

The point I wanted to make in this post got lost in my nostalgia. And that's okay. Because The Igloo and Have a Nice Day Cafe and Incubus are all worth remembering.  

 

Click the link and enjoy. 

 

 "Wish You Were Here" Incubus

 

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