Walking into The West End this past Thursday, my floor mates and I had no idea that we would be the entertainment for the night. We walked in confidently and made our way to the open booth. The scent of our perfume was quickly sacrificed to the aroma of cigarette smoke. We squeezed into the booth and rested our newly-lotioned elbows on the table which, unfortunately, was still saturated with the remnants of warm beer from the people who used the table before us. Just as the pitcher arrived at our table, we were silenced by the sound of a familiar song playing from the speakers above the customary sounds of The West End. Specifically, above the "So, what are you doing later?"s, and the reverberations of drunken toasts, we heard the 1996 hit single, "Shoop". Our faces lit up and we began to sing along. Two of my friends stood up on their seats to perform an interesting interpretation of Salt-n-Peppa's song. They grabbed their glasses and sang into them making sure all eyes in the bar were on them. Tara's bracelet danced wildly up and down her arm with every rhythmic move her body made. Danielle seduced the male audience by drawing them closer with her alluring smile. The spilled beer on her shirt didn't faze her in the least. By the end of the first verse, they were leading the entire bar in an intoxicated sing along. As the song came to a close, the audience cheered enthusiastically. They took their respective bows and sat back down in the booth to the sounds of scattered clapping from outside the booth, and uproarious laughter from the girls inside.
             Although I was singing along to every word, I also took notice of the attention our booth had unknowingly attracted. I could categorize the audience into 2 groups: Columbians, and 30 year old men. I couldn't decide which group enjoyed the performance more. Happy hour was over, but ironically bar-g
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