Nah, actually I was going to get to this anyway. 🙂

The name of the band we saw Saturday night was No Boundaries. They’re a cover band, playing stuff ranging from adult contemporary to classic rock to 80s hair metal. Musically, very well put together, and Scott is an awesome drummer!

Since I’m talking more about the show, I have to talk about the dancing woman.

You know how there are some people that you have to respect, even though they can’t dance very well, because they know it and they just don’t care? Well, she wasn’t one of them.

She thought she was God’s Gift to Dancing.

She was probably mid-fortyish, wearing tight (but high-waisted) black jeans, high-heeled black boots, and a snug white sweater.

The second song I saw her dancing to was “Born to be Wild.” Best part–she actually mimed “lookin’ for adventure.” The rest of the time, she sort of shook her booty all around the floor daring the world to experience her sexiness.

“Do you think it’s possible she’s doing Elaine Benes?” Rand asked.

“Nope,” I said. “She *means* it.”

I have no doubt about this.

A bit later in the set, she (and her friend) were joined by a young-ish couple unable to resist the siren call of the Black Crowes. (“Hey, it’s Doogie Howser,” Rand remarked. He did kind of look like Doogie. Hee!) They got all sexy and grindy.

Remember, this was Hilton.

And even later, after a short dance break, the band went into Jimmy Eat World’s “The Middle.” Our dancing friend literally pranced onto the dance floor, flailing her arms in the air, her hands sort of mimicking the motion of her feet. I wish I had adequate words to describe this. She then did something sort of resembling the twist, followed by something sort of resembling the swim.

You really need the visual. If she ever makes it into my fiction, it’ll have to be in screenplay form. Because this must be seen to be believed…