Fridays at Cobalt: we were SO there.

A bunch of us AIHA-ers were planning a night out for dancing for a couple weeks, and (perhaps because of my incessant raving about a certain bartender there), the idea was put out there (not by me!) to go to Cobalt. At the time I certainly had nothing but good things to say about it, and it's still a good scene with some poundin' tunes and a not-too-small and not-too-huge dancefloor. And the fact that my (straight) friends wanted to check it out was certainly an exciting prospect for me. Even though there was the slight problem that developed between me and the G-Man, we weren't about to let that stop us.

What sort of place is this Cobalt, you ask?

Well, you get the point.

The place opens at 10 and I got there about 10:20, and managed to locate my friends on the 2nd floor (aka 30 Degrees -- yes, we've been through this before, weren't you paying attention?). There was Natasha, and Victor, and Julia (Natasha's friend), and Natasha (Natasha's friend. Wait - isn't that an endless loop or something?), having their cognac and other assorted beverages awaiting my arrival.

After a drink or two more, we headed upstairs to funkytown, took our seats in the seats-'R'-us corner, and started taking in the scene.

(Note to the peanut gallery, G-Man was working; though I had resolved not to speak to him, he did make eye contact, smile, and wave. I of course did the same, and eventually my disposition toward him softened to the point where I wasn't mad at him anymore - but still sad. But if nothing else I decided I am going to go see him once more to say goodbye before he ships out to LA, or Detroit, or wherever.)

I gained a new appreciation of the charms of my friends V & N that night. Natasha is a very good dancer! and she certainly caught the eye of one particular dancer (the one who was first to take off his shirt and start twirling around the pole). They had some PG-13-rated fun around that pole (well, Natasha didn't leave the floor and shirtless dancer-boy didn't come down from the pole position, but that didn't matter). And Victor -- hoo, boy! (I know he's reading this so I'll keep it clean) He's got a really good attitude and an open mind, to let me paw him and "funk" him the way I did... ha ha, he was giving it as good as he got. Yeah, "V", any time you want to do that again, just say the word... heh.

Natasha's friends seemed to have a really good time too, and made for a fun larger-than-usual group for taking the club by storm.

Most-fun song of the night: dance mix of Kelly Clarkson's "Since U Been Gone".
Second-most-fun: Jessica Simpson's "These Boots are Made for Walkin'".