“Did you hear about Saturday Night Fever, Goey? I asked my husband. His body was stretching on the couch watching TV news. “Ever and never, my sweet heat!” he replied and continued “What’s up?” In my turn, I explained to him that my dear instructor wants us to be involved in many meticulous sides of the life in order to write an essay on these matters. He smiled saying “I do respect your study and I respectfully appreciate your instructor for her keen endeavors which practically teach us how to swim with or against the stream.”
Onyx Club was the best choice because it is only seventeen Miles away from our living address in Leaf Shadow Street. Houston’s streets became crazier in Saturday Nights. Most of the people in the heavy traffic were young. Sometimes, noisy talking with perfumes’ breeze came in our opened car windows. Every scene was a vibrant life springing out the darkness. Many groups were crowding near the main club entrance where a bouncer stopped us asking for our ID cards. He was very smart when he discover that we are new experiencers. He grin saying “pay the $20 each cover and walk inside.”
I hang my right hand with Goey’s left. I was pacing in a dark area hitting me a wall of musical sound. Music was really loud. A small bar was crowded ahead. To the right is a stage and at the right of that are the toilets and an ATM. On the left was a small podium with a Pole, where we headed straight for the bar for a while. Goey paced two steps apart. Suddenly, a nice girl said to him: "Hey, where y'going." With a loud voice he replied: “Gonna get a drink love." She continued saying: “your accent tells me that you are a stranger, aren’t you? Anyways you are welcomed. My name is Erotica Ricci, what's yours?” “George” he replied. She said "Do you want me to come with you to the bar?" Goey was embarrassed when he said: “No thanks, perhaps I can manage later." She replied in a tuned voice: "OK, see you later Baby."
We took a table by the...