Bald and purseless.

There's this really great band one of my girls got me hooked on, Lost in Paris, that I try to catch whenever they're in town, and tonight was one of those nights.  Now being firmly set in the 30 and over crowd, things that use to not annoy me before are things that may get another heifer elbowed/kneed/slapped/me kicked out the bar/club. Youngin's, here are some basic bar/club manners to keep you from being the person from being elbowed/kneed/slapped/taken out on a stretcher from the bar/club:

Long hair: If you have long hair, don't flip it all over the place there are people behind you. Keep flipping it in the wrong persons face, you may no longer have long hair.

The girl that can't dance: You know you can't dance. Please stop trying. All of the people in the club that can (90% are ethnic) are talking about you. STOP RIGHT NOW! You look like you're re-enacting Woodstock, and they're playing a merengue.

The Creeper: Why are you the one guy in front of the stage? There are 20 girls around you dancing and you're stalking the band. Creepy.

The Creeper 2: There are 20 girls dancing around you and you're standing in the middle of them like the kid about to piss in the middle of the pool. You're not even trying to dance up on one of them, you're just standing there,  that's not cool man, that's creepy.

The girl who THINKS she can dance: If your friends liked you, they'd stop you jerking around on the dance floor like you were Elaine from Seinfeild.  So either they really don't like you, or they're just as terrible as you are either answer is sad.

Leave your suitcase at home: Ladies, why are you bringing your big ass purse with you to the bar/club?  What could you possibly be bringin with you in that thing that is SO important that you can't leave it in the car or at home?

Lastly, there's a general space rule when you're at a packed bar, granted, there's limited spaced, but unless you're dancing with another person, there's a general zone you give people in front and behind you of comfort. DON'T EXCEED YOUR ZONE.

I love LiP, but someone needs to teach these youngins how to roll after hours before they end up bald and purse-less.