Ah. Another Monday has come around.

I went out clubbing over the weekend (and no, even though I am Canadian, it was not the type that involves baby seals). I had an absolutely great time, danced my ass off and showed those youngsters out there just what a woman my age is capable of. It's brought to light that I should probably do it more often. However, I might give a little more thought to what I am wearing...

No, I wasn't severely underdressed like many of the young things there but one should be aware that, in a club full of Asian people, their t-shirt that is bejewelled with the Chinese translation of "Help Wanted: Hunky Man-Slave" might be taken the wrong way. At first, I thought that people were just so impressed with my dancing however, as the night went on, I remembered "the shirt". But, being the woman that I am, I just went on dancing and ignoring the stares.

Now, for any of you who doesn't know the quality of clubs here, I'd like to clarify that it's not the greatest. After all, it is a small town and things aren't so cosmopolitan. In fact, it can be quite dismal because of the size of town and because mostly, the economy is tourism-based. If our unofficial city slogan is "Victoria is a place of newlyweds and nearly deads" doesn't enlighten you, I don't know what will.

I have been to clubs all over the world so I suppose that I am just a little spoiled in that respect. I love the energy of clubs in London, Tokyo, Iceland and so when it comes to returning here, I feel a bit disappointed. C'est la vie, I suppose.

After about an hour or so of dancing our asses off, we decided we needed some better music and headed to the only gay club in town. The crowd there seemed much older and the young guy we went with was quite popular. It's funny how that happens. New meat, I suppose.

The great thing was that there weren't as many people staring at my breasts there except for those who really like shiny, rhinestoned things. I know that one Chinese guy knew what it said because he complimented my t-shirt. I kept thinking that if someone offered me enough money, I would have taken it off and sold it to him on the spot. I am sure a few of them would be very happy to have a new man-slave in his life.

Perhaps that's a new business for me. No, not taking off my shirt but selling "man-slave" shirts to interested gay men (and I suppose any women that are out there, as well). I'd take orders, if they're interested...

Anyway, I'd like to finish by commenting that, whoever you are, however old, don't let it stop you from dancing your heart out. I won't say that it's more fun than sex but it's up there.

Take care!