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What the Hull?

Blank screen. Blinking Cursor.

That’s what I’m looking at as I try to come up with appropriate words to describe the scene in the hotel lounge on Friday night. I’m trying to think of words that will convey my horror but I don’t want to be mean. Because if I tell you what I really think about the situation, it may come across as mean. Or perhaps even judgmental. And while I may sound that way, the truth is, it was highly entertaining. And maybe even a little scary.

What am I talking about, you ask? I’m talking about swinging. I’ll just let that sink in for a moment.

Yes, indeed. Apparently, the third Friday of the month is a “meet and greet” at the Doubletree for a local swinging group. I’m quite sure they were as surprised to find knitters and spinners in their midst as we were to find swingers in ours.

Just picture this: a bunch of us knit bloggers sitting at the bar, drinking beer, watching the people who were dancing. Just another Friday night at a club, right? Not really.

At first, we just thought they were sort of stuck in the 80s. Big hair, outdated clothing, tank tops and belly shirts and fishnet stockings. But the dancing was so over the top that we eventually realized there was more to it than a time warp. You’ve seen dirty dancing, so you have an idea of what I’m talking about but turn that up, say about twenty times, and you’ll get a mental picture of what we were watching. Because we were watching, make no mistake about it. It was like a train wreck – you know you shouldn’t look but you just can’t help yourself. I’ll just use two words: bumping and grinding. Take that to the nth degree and you’ll get the picture. I’m pretty sure it was all done to illustrate just how “bendy” each person could be. Ugh.

So I suppose I do sound judgmental. And I’m trying not to sound like that because I believe that everyone has a right to live their life in the way that makes them happy. And, as I already said, it was very very entertaining. I can’t remember the last time I’ve laughed so much. I don’t understand it, that’s true. But you know what? Whatever melts your butter, kids.

Just don’t get your butter on my knitting, okay?

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  1. That’s what that spectacle was? Oh, dear lord, it was horrifying. It was like watching a car accident and a train wreck and a bad scene from a hick bar all at once.
    I particular enjoyed the gal in blue who seemed to think she was a cross between the gal in Flashdance and Stevie Nicks.
    We knew the guy in the blue button-down shirt seemed a bit greasier than normal for a hotel bar.

    Ew. Just… ew.

  2. oh…oh my…I’m kind of sorry I missed it – and I would love to know what Sharon had to say about it (assuming she was there, that is) ;o)

  3. Oh. My. God. There is nothing worse than a bunch of middle agers (and it kills me to use that term, believe ME) acting like teens.
    But. Such good blog fodder!!!!

  4. Oh, too funny! Especially at first, but then as I read, well, maybe I’m getting old too because I don’t really want to see it either!

  5. OMG – laughing so hard here, wiping the tears off the screen from my laughing and hooting so loud.
    I wish that I had been a fly on the wall, watching them, watching you… I’m guessing that the swingers attempted to mess with the knitters (probably wasn’t pretty) but hysterically funny!
    ah my. whatever floats their boat.. definitely not mine, but whatever ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. Your words had me almost there experiencing it too. Although .. ick! No thanks. I dated a guy once who thought it would be great to go to a swingers club. I thought it would be great to dump him!

  7. I’m all for minding my own business, but jeeze, you wonder why these folks bother getting married. Just adds an expense to the dating thing since they’re doing that too. Now that’s entertainment!

  8. I’m all for minding my own business, but jeeze, you wonder why these folks bother getting married. Just adds an expense to the dating thing since they’re doing that too. Now that’s entertainment!

  9. Okay, I’m picturing some folks getting their freak on out on the dance floor, but swingers, too? Really? As in “I’ll take yours and you can have mine?”

    Do tell.

  10. Just imagine what we swingers thought when we looked at the bar and saw all you ladies there knitting! Next time come and asked one of us for a dance or two, who knows the friends we might have made that night. Have fun…

  11. I don’t think that I am that naive but it took me waaay too long to figure out what was going on… I just thought they were very interesting locals. I dunno- Maine? hehe

    (My family is from Maine so I feel I can make fun- plus, I am originally from NJ so everyone is fair game…)

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