It's been many a years since I did any spinning in a club.
Must of been back in the mid 70s when I last did it.
I got a chance to see Sly and the Family Stone in Washington DC when I lived in Alexandria. The old woman, my x, and me took off to the club and it was jamin' and packed.
I've never been a real good dancer, more like a disjointed pinocchio, ya know.
Any way, I was dancing and drinking some Rolling Rock and kinda watching this guy behind the old woman doing his thing. He was tearing up the dance floor, splits, twirls, jumps. Really good.
I got into the act to. I did a spin. I lost my balance and begin teedering off to one side and the back of my hand caught the old woman smack upside the head.
Put her butt out cold. The band cracked up laughing so hard they had to stop. So did everyone else. I joined in the laughing too.
Sly finally got the band back to playing.
When I looked down at the old woman again she was glaring at me, and I quickly put on my sorrow look.
I helped her up to her feet and she hauled off and punched me in the crotch. I dropped to my knees and she stormed outta the place. Everyone lost it again.
I didn't think that was too funny. I never did anymore spinning in a club. Or in private.