Dirty Dancing

You know that spot that we often talk about – the place where the fire is and the merlot is drunk – we think it is about time we reveal that… It is our very special place, which brought us all together on a halloween’s night – Bedroom Bar.

Bedroom Bar, is our home away from home, a little community where all us Rivingtonians meet and discuss the days problems. We love the atmosphere, the people who work there (they are not just people who serve us our alcohol fix but also our friends.) They have undoubtedly made this year, for each and everyone of us a little bit more bearable. We all have our own problems that we talk about and share to one another – and it is not just the three of us who are part of this community, there is a long list of people (although we don’t want to reveal all of them just yet.)

The funny thing about our group is that we are of all different ages – ranging from the youngest, Georgia then Miriam then Katrine all in their very early twenties to thirty, forty, fifty and sixty year olds. Crazy to think that the we all clicked so well? Maybe it is because we have all different opinions on society, politics, music the economy that it helps balance the group but also there is something a little bit more deep to it – maybe we all just needed each other at the same time?

So you are probably reading this thinking, why the hell is this titled Dirty Dancing? Well, you know how every girl’s dream is for a guy to go all Patrick Swayze on her on the dance-floor – well the great thing about Bedroom Bar is that we dance and we dance and we dance. We release all our frustrations through dance, or if Katrine is involved, spinning. However, one night was unlike any other… dancing on the dance floor was Georgia in her own in her little world, when, Mr Swayze walked up to her and started dancing… with her. A little bit drunk at this point, it took her by surprise.

Mr Swayze – for those who don’t know had a history with Miriam – Georgia, drinking a way decided to continue dancing with this man. Wow, he had moves – real Swayze moves. As he pulled her close (he was obviously drunk at this point too) she forgot about everything around her. He dipped her to the ground, pulled up, lowered her down again. Her head spinning in a daze – suddenly their lips touched. What was going on?? As they kissed, all that was going through her head  was, ‘Fuck! What about Miriam? What have i done.’ At this point she walked away.

As she woke up the next day, with a raging hangover – she did not remember a thing. What had happened? The problem with Jaeger Bombs – is that you are kind of susceptible to not remembering a thing the next day. Suddenly there was a knock at the door – it was a friend of ours who was there last night – in front of both Miriam and Katrine, he said, ‘Remember your kiss with Mr Swayze…?’

‘Fuck, what???’ She did not remember a thing and turned to her dear friend Miriam, ‘I am so sorry, what have i done.’ Miriam stared up at her, her jaw dropped and smiled and said, ‘Shit happens when we are Jaeger Bombing, we all do silly things..think back to what i have done!’

Georgia’s heartbeat started to slow down, and she sighed – a sense of relief washed over her. The great thing about our group is that we all understand each other’s predicaments. We all have a one common thing – we want to have fun and be happy and drunken mistakes will always happen.

So what is the moral of the story? Do not treat a man like a boy.