“You couldn’t get away with that in the US. I was amazed. It was like a Las Vegas show…but a wild Las Vegas show…”
The boys were excited Friday night. They found a nightclub that would send a bus to pick them up at midnight…and bring them back at 5AM. The club was about 20 miles away…in the middle of rural France. It seemed improbable…but there it was…advertising a ‘Dental Floss’ night. (Referring to those micro-size underpants worn by young women…)
And so they made their arrangements by telephone. And at midnight…the bus came to pick up three of our boys…plus a French friend and an Irish writer who is spending a few days with us. Your editor went to bed.
“I can’t believe they wanted to do that,” said Elizabeth. “Imagine being trapped in a nightclub for 5 hours…and what could you do…the loud music…the cheap alcohol…it just sounds like torture.”
It sounded like torture to us. But the boys seemed to enjoy it. We awoke to sounds of laughing and talking. It was 5:30AM. The boys were back. From the sounds coming through our bedroom window, it sounded as though they had had a ball. We had to wait until noon on Saturday, after they finally woke up, for a report:
“It was amazing. They had dancing go-go girls who were practically naked. They did some dance numbers…and then they visited the tables. They were very friendly.
“It was run very professionally…the bouncers did their jobs well. Someone spent a lot of money building the club.”
“What did you do?”
“We danced. We drank. We joked. The girls seemed especially interested in Edward (15). We had a good time….”
“Didn’t anyone ask for Edward’s ID?”
“No, no one seemed to care how old he was. Edward really enjoyed himself. Of course, his eyes almost popped out of his head. And he’s probably ruined for normal life…he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to recapture that excitement of his first nightclub experience…”
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