You Ain't Cool, Unless you..

You Ain't Cool...

They almost skipped as they scooted into the bar, happy and eager to see what the night had in store. One was tall and wore a white gauze summer dress that flowed and bounced like it had a spirit of its own. The shorter one wore white summer slacks and a peach colored transparent blouse that  revealed a lacy black bra underneath. They immediately spied some guys near the dance floor. When the band began to play, each of them chose a guy and in unison they jumped up on them, wrapped both legs around them and began to bounce to the music. The two guys looked pleased and this unusual dance continued throughout the song, with Yee-Haws being yelled out intermittently. 

The night continued and the band took a break. I talked with my friend about old times during the pause in the music. Then we saw that the band had returned to the stage and these same two girls ran out to the dance floor awaiting the start of the music. Just as the first note was struck by the band, the girls leapt into the air and then dropped all way to the floor in a split. It was surprising to see, yet very entertaining. Everyone applauded then everyone noticed as they got up from the floor, there was a puddle underneath them. It was a puddle of Pee they had created during their inspirational performance. No one knew which of them created this puddle or if perhaps they both contributed to it, we sat there in shock. The staff at the bar quickly cleaned up the mess as the girls stood there, both sporting wet hineys. Those white pants and the gauze dress had yellow wetness over the entire back side.

At that moment I felt so much empathy for these young ladies. I know that if I were in their shoes I would have been mortified. They were just having fun and now the most embarrassing moment a girl could have was right there for everyone to see. 

Once the floor was dried and the band continued to play, I was simply amazed. These girls found two guys near the dance floor, jumped right up on them and continued their “riding, dancing” as though nothing had happened. They were not at all phased by the event, nor their now wet bottoms. Surprisingly the guys were not phased by these wet bottoms that were now wrapped around them as they danced, it appeared to be commonplace to them.

It was then, that I realized just how much things had changed since I was young. I will always remember the night of the Pee-Pee girls.