She moves her body like a cyclone

In the lab that I work at, we have sister offices in both Hong Kong and Karlsruhe, Germany. This means we have a constant influx of German students who come here to study for a couple months. Lately, I have been making friends with them, and the latest group is just fantastic.
When they came to happy hour on Tuesday, they told me they were going to Matrix, a club here, on Thursday. Did I want to come? Free cover, dollar drinks. And dancing! No one ever wants to go dancing with me. And here are 4 boys that are perfectly willing to accompany me there. I was hoping with boys there that meant no random grinding from some guy or getting pinched as I walked through the crowd. Plus, boys who dance? This is a whole new breed for me.

So I decided that partying like a rockstar on a Thursday made me feel very not old and convinced Zac to come along. We went to the lab to pick everyone up. "Everyone" was 6 of us, which meant squeezing 4 in the backseat. Adventure time!

We arrive at Matrix and the boys have to drink copious amounts of drinks before they will come dance. Their drink of choice? Vodka and Coke. Blech. I sucked down 2 of them to speed things along, but that was the only alcohol I consumed the entire night.
Some highlights of the evening included:

• Alexander, Zac, and I being stuck in the hip-hop* room when some sort of group dance that we did not know came on. We stared around in confusion, and I refused to try and fake it. People look pretty silly dancing in unison, especially as adults and looking like they are doing the electric slide with just a few modifications. It reminds me of this.
  
• The Germans telling me that I "couldn't" wear jeans, so me in heels and a short skirt while they were all wearing jeans.
• Marc confessing that he would be much happier to dance to metal than any of the music in the hip-hop* room.
• Daniel switching places with me while dancing when the jerk behind me did not take the multiple hip checks and elbows I threw at him as a clue to back off.
  
• The bouncer, who upon seeing my outfit said, "I like your outfit, but man, now I want a candy cane." (I was wearing a pink and white striped shirt, black skirt, knee socks with pink and black stripes, and black boots)
• The first girl I saw with a skirt shorter than mine. Then the second, the third...after awhile, I started looking for ones longer than mine. It was much more difficult. As Marc put it, "I think you would have to just wear a belt to have the shortest skirt here."
  
• Alexander insisting that I dance to "Baby Got Back", even though I was dead tired and wanted to sit, and grinning when I agreed.
• Felix insisting on just "one more song" before we left (which turned into 5 or so). Otherwise, I would've missed "Yeah", so I'm not mad.
• The boys insisting that we take Carson St. home because "there are so many memories" (I think they've only been in Pittsburgh a couple months...lol)
• The guy who needed to use my cell at the gas station to call his girlfriend. She didn't pick up, but he asked me to relay this message to her if she called back: "your boyfriend is waiting to pick you up at the Exxon, and he's pissed". She wasn't too pleased when I told her that.
  

So, all in all, I have to say that Matrix was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. Once these guys are gone, I'm going to have to continue making friends with the Germans to have dancing partners.

*Please note that hip-hop is used very loosely here to mean crappy top 40 danceable music that makes every girl dancing appear slutty because of the ass shaking involved. When I normally say hip-hop, I mean hip-hop, indie or otherwise, including, but not limited to: El-P, Aesop Rock, RJD2, Wu Tang, Dr. Octagon, Gorillaz, etc.