Okay, I admit it, its rare that I go out into SL just to have fun. More often then not when my partner is not on line with me, I just hang out on my land, ‘sewing” new designs, improving the store or fussing with the garden. My dear Moz thinks I move things to much…but that is a story for another day. Tonight the story is that I had a rare urge to go out on the town. My desired entertainment for the evening…..country line dancing!
I love country music and i think i look damn fine in a cowboy hat, it was high time i got out and indulged in both. I had not been line dancing on SL in at least a year…and tonight was the night. I put on my loudest cowboy duds….my favorite hat (yes i have more then one) and hit search to find a country bar. Dozens came up and several sounded good. One toted itself as “SL”s Best Country Hot Spot” Can’t be bad right? Off I went all dressed up and ready to Boot Scoot boogie.
“Welcome Lexi!” I get greeted with at the bar….followed instantly by “Take your clothes off and stay awhile!” Then the club rezzed and there they were, naked people in cowboy hats. Some had chaps on….just chaps, no jeans….just cheek framing chaps. “My eyes! Holy Mother of Gaga!” I covered my eyes and slowly backed out of the club. That was so not what i had in mind.
He’s just as proud as he can be
Of his anatomy
He goin’ give us a peek!
I teleported to the next club on the list and found myself rezzed outside a little clapboard saloon with a horse and a hitch post beside the swinging saloon style doors. This looked promising. The sounds of Big and Rich boomed from the speakers, sounded promising too. I pushed open those doors and wandered on inside…..and…”Holy Crap! My Eyes!” This time everyone was only nearly naked. It seemed I had come upon Thong Night at the saloon.
I have to admit, i had no idea nudity had gotten so prevalent in country and western bars. Clearly a lot had changed over the past year. At least I am starting to understand why my SL clothing lines sell so slowly but the new mesh boobs are all the rage. It turns out Second life is full of nudists.
Daunted but determined, i kept on. This time when i went thru search i looked for a club that was not even remotely near SL’s Hottest. Maybe even someplace cold….so they would have to be dressed for the warmth. The next club I picked looked nice, well decorated and it had a big sign full of rules by the door. Rule #1 was “No NUDITY – Bits and parts must be covered.” Quasar Country Saloon! Yes! At last I had found a place where i could dance without having to avert my eyes.
I did mention that it was a loud outfit?
They played new country, they played old county. They even played some disco. I was in line dance paradise! The dances were great, the people friendly and I only got mistaken for a girl once. (It happens to me a lot, must be something abut the name Lexi.. It can’t be the red sequin top. ) Then suddenly , as if the universe was needing to keep up with what seemed to have become the naked theme of the evening, the club was raided by a Streaker. However….he kept in at least the spirit of the saloon rules as he dashed around the club in fashionable red tartan sneakers and a mint hat.
You just can’t make this stuff up. Maybe I need to get out more so that all the weirdness the universe has lined up for me doesn’t have to be delivered all in one night. On the other hand, it did make for one heck of a fun and laugh worthy evening. If you can stand country music, stop by the Quasar Country Saloon, I suspect you might find me there again soon.