In Defense of A Small Town, or How I Learned to Wobble

Since moving home, I’ve spent a lot of time being jealous of my friends and their glamorous locations.  DC, New York, LA, even Williamsburg (the quaint college town that it is) are all meccas of culture compared to my small town.  And sometimes I get a little down about the lack of museums, cool concerts and comedy venues.  But mostly, I’ve realized I just have to be creative if I want to stay entertained.  Living in a small town as a young (not so) professional does not have to equal social suicide.  You just gotta be brave.  Being brave for me meant venturing past the one bar my high school friends and I ever went to.  It meant befriending the kids from the other high school in town.  It meant learning to Wobble…

My first journey outside the realm of my usual activity led me to Bluefox, the pool hall on the outskirts of town that I’d never been to but heard kind of sketchy things about. The first time I went to this pool hall, I was scared.  Mostly because:

  1. I’d never been to a pool hall.
  2. I didn’t really know the people I was meeting there.  Some crazy girl from work told me to go, and in general, new people and places make me a little anxious.
  3. People were doing choreographed dances to songs I didn’t know.
  4. There were lots of beards and leather.  Those things are inherently scary.
  5. I was the only person wearing a cardigan.  Also frightening.

But despite my worries, I had a good time.  And before I knew it, I met some more new people and explored some of the other social options Winchester has to offer.  And now I am not afraid when I go to the pool hall anymore!  This is because:

  1. I’m getting kind of ok at playing pool aka I’m pretty much a shark these days.
  2. The people I met are pretty great.  They’re real country and like doing things like bon fires and skinny dipping, but I like it.  Sometimes I feel like I’m in a country music video which is neat.
  3. I found out that on Tuesday nights, Jerry the Bartender (a very good dancer and very gay man) teaches the steps to these dances so you can be ready to dance on Sunday night with everyone (apparently Sunday night is a popping night at Bluefox! Who knew?!).  Because of Jerry,  I learned how to Wobble!  I now break it out at any possible occasion.  (See video if you yourself are interested in Wobbling).
  4. Beards don’t scare me anymore because I’m now dating one of those bearded men.  I have learned to embrace them (not the men, but their beards.  Although, I guess I do embrace a bearded man).  The leather I’m still a little iffy about.
  5. Ok, my friend still calls out what she describes as my “Yacht Chic” wardrobe as being a little inappropriate.  But like I said, I still can’t commit to a leather vest.

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