There's Some Parties You Just Can't Crash

Last night after my improv troupe's performance we hung out at the venue for some carousing. Apparently they had some sort of private shindig following our gig in the main room, so we were ushered into the 'party' area. When we were ready to leave in search of late night grub, we noticed all the attendees of the current soiree were college kids of Asian decent. Our jealousy set in. A hip DJ was spinning some fine dance tunes and we wanted to cut a rug, but boy oh boy did we stick out. Unlike other affairs where a simple change of wardrobe or a few key words could do the trick and slide you right into a happening bash, nature worked against us and 'party crasher' was smeared on our foreheads. It got me thinking about all the places I couldn't sneak into: Mancaves, Senior Bingo Night, the NY BBW Cougars of Color Meetup Group outings. If only I knew Dr. Crusher on Star Trek. She could make me over to be whatever I wanted. Imagine all the entertainment to be had. Sigh.