The Dance Floor Descriptive Essay Example

from. Ok, so maybe I will start with the handbags. Should I do my olive, oversized, multicolored clutch?Or my textured woven tote bag with the chain link shoulder straps? Well, since it’s a party and I don’t need to really carry anything besides my cell phone and lip gloss, I decided to grab my clutch purse.

I suddenly hear a car horn blowing really loud and I know it was them. Darn it I’m not even ready. I quickly throw on some wooden and gold plated bangles and a pair of golden sage eardrop pendants, with sunburst filigree cut-out designs, on a metal hook type of earrings. Ok I believe that I am finally ready.

I run down stairs like an Olympic track star after a gold, metal, and out the door. Everyone greets me and tells me how fabulous I look. My girls looked great too with their hair and makeup looking flawless. It’s almost as if we are Barbie dolls in our Glam 5000 Convertible. We talk and laugh for a couple minutes and then we suddenly come to a stop. We are all addled about wondering why we are pulled over.

Well, from the looks of things we were definitely at our destination, hints the array of people surrounding the building.But as for the neighborhood, it was disgusting. There is prostitutes running all around the place, drug addicts, graffiti on the walls, and the pavement is all cracked up. This is definitely not our thing. We were expecting a neighborhood like we live in, mansions, villas, green grass, birds chirping, and lakes and ponds in our backyards. Not this place, it smelled like

fried chicken mixed with a bottle of hair grease.

I want to go back, but my girls are extremely eager, because all they hear is the bass bumping and people screaming, as if they were having a good time.As we start walking up the steps, guys are whistling at us, asking for our numbers, and trying to grab our hands. I was scared to death when I walked in. The house was filthy and on top of that it used to be an abandoned building. I start to see a few people I know and they assured me that the place was okay.

As we walk down the basements cracked up steps, where the real party happens to be, I am blown away. The dance floor is filled with flashing lights resembling a giant Rubik’s cube; there is fog and smoke floating in the air, and a live DJ.I am definitely stunned and I had no idea that this horrible and beat down house was going to look like this. Next thing I know, my girls and I run out onto the dance floor, grabbed the closes boys we see, and start to dance our behinds off.

The crowd was cheering and singing, as loud as a marching band in a football stadium. I am too hype right now, I start to sweat like never before, I take off my shoes and really start to get down. I’m so hot; the devil starts to drink an ice cold glass of lemonade.My girls and I dance and dance for hours, until the party was finally over. Man, I feel like I just got started.

We launch

out to the car singing the last song we just heard, we were definitely not afraid of anything anymore; not the drug heads, the streetwalkers, or the pimps. We just know that we had a great time and know that we should “never judge a book by its cover,” because we’ll never know which page to land on. Now, I’m going to go home, hop on the phone, and reminisce on how we tore up the dance floor.