In Class: First Paragraph

Ready to dance the night away, I pull into the Billybobs parking lot. All decked out in my boots, dress, and spandex, I double check to make sure I have my ID and my $2. Walking from the parking lot, I can already hear the music blaring. Josh Abbott Band, my favorite. I pay my fee, get my ID checked, and agree to the bouncer telling me "no drinkin'". I am greeted by my friends, and when one tries to pull me onto the dance floor immediately, I explain to him that I'm going to watch for a while. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol fill the air, and maybe a little BBQ from the restaurant that's about to close. The music is blaring from the Honky-Tonk stage, and everyone is dancing, dancing, dancing. I see a couple girls in stilettos. How are they expecting to dance in those? Oh well. It's about 10PM. The TCU kids don't come until about 11-11:30ish, so as of now, it's a pretty empty dance floor, with all the regulars, most of them my friends, and it's great to watch all of them dance. Not painful at all. This drastically changes once the Horned Frogs get there however, there aren't too many of them who know what they're doing, and they constantly bump into you. Annoying. I understand that Billybobs is to have a good time, but it doesn't mean that a little frustration can't arise. Plus, I like showing off :) it took me a while to learn all that I have. As I sit at the barstool, I notice that there are quite a bit of people from the older crowd. They never dance. I feel like they're embarrassed to get in there with the younger people, even though a lot of them are good. However they just sit around the dance floor, watching, and smiling, and pointing.  TO BE CONTINUED :)