The Shout House

Date night once again looms on the horizon.  It's a monthly tradition my hubby and I enjoy.  We usually go out, eat, drink and be merry for a few precious kid-free hours.  We look forward to it and plan it so we can maximize every minute of the date experience. 

Last month we had an unexpected date night.  I injured my foot and needed to get some extra rest.  Good old mom came through and offered to watch the kids overnight for us.  Yipee!  We decided to head to the Gaslamp Quarter and have a little dinner.  It was a Wednesday night, so unlike most crazy weekends, downtown San Diego was dead.  We enjoyed our dinner and decided afterwards to go to the Shout House.  On Wednesday evenings there is no cover and the dueling pianos are great.  The guys who play are very talented and funny.  It's always a pretty calm crowd on a Wednesday too.

That is usually.  We'd been enjoying the music and laughing and singing along with the rest of the crowd.  A new group arrives, consisting of some military guys and their dates.  The girls were your typical So-Cal skanks.  The ringleader was wearing a piece of black cloth that barely covered her unmentionables and a hot pink bra.  She proceeded to flounce up on stage several times with requests.  The musicians were getting quite a kick out of her.  She was eye candy, that's for sure.  At one point they started to play one of her requests and she (drunkenly?) asked if she could dance on the stage while they play it.  What would you say if a cute little hottie asks if she can dance on your stage?  So of course, they said yes.

She proceeds to ask all of her other girlfriends to dance too.  None of them will go up there.  I don't think they were as drunk as she was.  She wheedles and whines, while flashing lots of skin, but still none of her friends will join her in the dance.  So then she starts asking if anyone in the audience will come and dance on the stage with her?  Surprisingly she gets a couple of other ladies up there too.  I might have, but the foot injury held me back.  One woman is a motherly type who is out for a fun night with some girlfriends.  The other two are pretty much nerdy girls, no makeup, plain jeans and t-shirts, Converse high tops, cute but not sexy like miss thinnnngggg!  They leave their two boyfriends sitting at the table and walk up to the stage holding hands.

The music starts and sexy girl starts your typical club dance moves.  She is swaying and moving her arms and singing loudly with the performers.  The older lady is also swaying and having fun.  Then you have the geek girls...

What up until now has been a relatively innocent night, turns on a dime into the show of a lifetime.  The two unassuming, normal looking, geeeky girls start to dance with each other.  They aren't waltzing here folks either.  No you guessed it.  They are bumping and grinding away at each other like some kind of Jerry Springer episode gone wild.  The noise in the place rackets up ten times as the girls dry hump each other on stage, including kissing and wrapping their legs around each other's waist.  The guys in the place are going wild.  Even my own faithful hubby is sitting there with his mouth hanging open and a glazed look of lust on his middle-aged face.  It was the funniest, unexpected, sexiest moment I've ever had the experience to have.  Of course if my husband hadn't closed his mouth and smiled sheepishly over at me, I probably would have smacked him over the head with my empty wine glass. 

Needless to say, sexy girl did not get back up on stage the rest of the night.  I think her ego was slightly bruised when she realized that the hooting and hollaring were for the nerdy girls and not for her.  We stayed a little longer and unfortunately did not get a repeat performance from the nerds.

Gosh, I wonder what will happen at this months date night? 

If you want to visit the Shout House here is their website: http://www.theshouthouse.com/San_Diego/home.asp

I hope you have as much fun as we did.