Dangerous Curves in the Club

I love music but you know what I love a little bit more than music? DANCING!  Yes, I have been known to be Kiyonna’s little party girl.  Hey, it’s one of the best workouts out there and to me, there is nothing better than letting go on a dark disco-lighted dance floor.

I know it started at a young age. I always remember how back in the day, when my Dad was a truck driver my mom would let us stay up late so we could see him. We’d hear him drive up the driveway and my mom would turn up her favorite Expose or Pat Benatar CD and the three of us would greet him, dancing like crazy in the living room. Naturally he’d join in for a bit until we realize that it’s way too late and that we really should all go to bed. It was the oddest thing and kind of embarrassing now that I think about it (sorry Mom and Dad!). So to me, dancing = good times!

I’ve always been pretty blessed with fabulous girlfriends that always know someone that knows someone that owns the club or bar or has the hookup with getting in as a VIP. So yes, I’ve been pretty lucky with getting in and not really being bothered too much. With that said – I know that clubs are not the most size friendly places. The long time spent waiting in a line only to be judged by a bouncer of whether you are cool enough to go in right away or if you should step aside until they are not at “capacity”. One of my favorite scenes from the movie Knocked Up comes to mind. It is when the older sister gets so upset at the doorman for not letting her (a 30+) and her pregnant sister into the club. She says, “You know what, you may have power now but you are not God. You’re a doorman, okay. You’re a doorman, doorman, doorman, doorman, doorman!” There was a bit more but I’ll leave the rest to the imagination unless you watched the movie of course. I know that the day I am really kept from going into the club I may have a similar melt down. Doorman!!!!

Getting through the door is really only the beginning. I’ve definitely received a few looks from the tall, thin, bronzed and beautiful inside the club. I imagine they may be thinking, “Good heavens, what on earth is this chubby girl doing here? Doesn’t she know she doesn’t fit in?!”.  I’d be lying if I said ignorance is bliss, though with a good drink or two,  it can be. I do know that these little comments, looks and gestures do hurt. But you know what would hurt me more? Not dancing on the disco-lighted dance floor with my girls and a few lucky guys.  ;)  I also realize that these poor unfortunate souls are too busy checking me out all while I’m having the time of my life or trying to anyways.  Sure, there are those size friendly plus size clubs but honestly I’m not a huge fan. True I have only really been to one BBW club, twice.  What do you guys think? What do you do when you’re not shown love in the club? Do you like BBW friendly clubs?

Until next time, I’ll be partying it up in VIP because “Vannessa Is Present” and I can care less if I have an audience watching these dangerous curves move (and maybe jiggle a little) in the club.

Xoxo, V