Do Not Go Into Bars Playing Trance Music!

I don't know why we were the least bit surprised about the end of our night on Saturday. We wanted a crazy/fun night out, and we got one. We started the evening off at our house. Dave came over, Don made pizza from scratch, and we all had a few drinks. We then headed out to investigate the bowling alley, which looked like every other bowling alley in American. Dave had the best scores, but Don and I didn't do too badly. Then we played some pretty heated ping pong, Dave again had the best game. This whole time, we were pretty much the only people in the whole place. Wanting more adventure and curious about all of the little bars on the side streets of our town, we jumped on our bikes and road away like maniacs towards the bars. Dave seemed to remember a bar called "All Genres" with a picture of Bob Marley on the sign that he wanted to see. We heard trance music coming down from the 2nd floor bar and against our better judgement, walked up the stairs. (I kind of wanted to laugh at people dancing to this) We had to pay $5 cover, but we got a CD of the horrible music. Don's is already in the garbage. There weren't many people in the bar, but we were immediately accosted by two tiny girls who were screaming broken english at us, telling us that they loved us. After a few drinks, some half-hearted dancing, and some conversation, the girls got a little personal. I'll just say this - to avoid too much embarrassment - there were many questions regarding our bodies, our private parts, and our body odor. There was also some touching and blocked attempts at touching for size comparisons. Instead of becoming more modest in their questions once they found out Don and I were married, it only made the situation worse. The funniest part about this was that all the questions were being shown to us on a cell phone that translated for the girl. In Japanese their version of "it" is used all the time to refer to people, so we were shown questions like "it leaves when it finishes drink?" (silence of the lambs anyone?) My sides hurt from laughing so hard and from constantly deflecting grabs from these girls. Don and I decided it was time to go, before this got any weirder, and bid farewell to Dave and our two new friends. We promised them we would come back on the 19th for some event at the bar, but I don't think we'll make an appearance. At least not without some protective padding.