Then, dancing! I tried earlier in the week to contact the establishment about being barefoot, as the bouncer has asked me to put on shoes before. At first they seemed to be ignoring me, then I called yesterday afternoon and talked to a manager. She kind of gave me the brush-off, so I figured that was the end of it, but in a couple of hours the owner called me, but not to change their stance. To be very firm with me. Sigh. When I tried to kindly respond to her concerns, she got quite angry with me. Something about someone once sued for getting a splinter there and SHE wouldn't want (Implied: to be stupid and) walk around barefoot on all the glass and stuff that is "in there." She proceeded to tell me that no one would let me dance barefoot at their places, to which I could honestly reply that many do, which she was surprised into speechless by. But she went on to say that her insurance company will not cover them unless they require footwear. I asked if I could talk to her provider, but she took them as fighting words and got quite belligerent. So, I tried to end the conversation nicely and put it all out of my mind.
I danced about 3 hours in my Lunas, having some trouble slipping on their very smooth, faux-wood pergo floor. Not a speck of glass or debris anywhere in there that I could see, but you knew that was probably the case... Great comments from spectators. One older gentleman said he just felt joy watching me. A younger gal said, "You've got some moves girlfriend! You look like you are having so much fun!" My hubby and I were the only ones out there dancing to Lynyrd Skynyrds "Call Me the Breeze" when the band played that. It was perfect. So, it was a great time, in spite of the bad phone call.