A Peculiar Thing I Experienced At The Club Last Night
My normal Tuesday night consists of sharing bottles of Cristal brand champagne at the club with my comrades and last night was no different. It was close to midnight and I was enjoying a bit of conversation with a few other gentlemen on the topic of the debt crisis. We weren’t able to solve the problem, of course, but lord knows the fun is in the liveliness of the debate. We ordered another round of drinks when suddenly, a song by the artist Pitbull came on. “Tally-ho!” we said and moved to the dance floor.
Like most, I’ve long enjoyed Pitbull’s dance anthems with an acute appreciation for his enthusiasm in representing the so-called “Magic City”: Miami, Florida. Still, I had not previously heard this particular number. Of course, his repeated advertisements for the Eastman Kodak Company at the top of the song whipped the crowd into an absolute frenzy, but that outburst paled in comparison to what occurred when his cohort Ne-Yo crooned the chorus.
He serenaded us with these words: “Grab somebody sexy, tell ‘em ‘Hey. Give me everything tonight. Give me everything tonight. Give me everything tonight. Give me everything tonight.’”
As one might expect, everyone in attendance wasted no time in grabbing somebody and repeating that refrain. Well, everyone but me. I had reached my arm out for somebody sexy but had no such luck in that endeavor. I naively assumed a young minx might grab at me, but alas, it was not meant to be. That night, nobody found me sexy, and who could blame them? Any passers-by who heard my views on the debt ceiling must have recognized that they amassed to nothing more than uninspired hogwash - a far cry from the razor sharp insights of my sexier friends. The others continued grabbing each other and listening to Ne-Yo’s commands, but I left and walked home alone, hoping things might go a little better the next time I heard that Pitbull tune.
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