
The dancefloor at Cajun's Wharf, as shown on the restaurant, bar and nightlife hotspot's Web site.
Consumer publications editor Jason Wiest submits the following description of a recent experience at Cajun's Wharf. If you've never been on Cajun's dance floor, you'll get the picture:
I can't blame them. A couple mason-jars worth of Pla De Dohs (Cajun's specialty drink) are enough to make anyone act a little crazy. But that's not the only thing that sparked a feisty dance floor interaction one Thursday night at the riverside watering hole between me and a couple of cougars.
My hypnotizing dance moves, which I'm actually proud of, were definitely a factor. And I'm not a bad looking 26-year-old guy — I'd even go as far as to say I'm dead sexy (after I've had a couple of Pla De Dohs myself).
I was minding my own business, breaking it down with my friend Lauren to some song the DJ was playing while the band took a break. We had to cut it short, though, so she could hit the ladies' room, and I was instructed to save our spot on the dance floor and hold her drink. Anyone knows if you aren't taking up space, you're probably losing it, but I wasn't going to dance by myself. So I leaned my 6'4" frame up against the wall, a drink in each hand.
I honestly didn't even know I was putting out the vibe. But minutes later, there they were, right in front of me. One in tight white pants with a gold belt, the other in some sort of skirt. Shaking it. One looking at me from over her shoulder. I think the other even winked.
My ego was stroked enough to give them what I thought at the time was a sly smile, but I'm sure was truly a goofy smirk in the parallel sober plane everyone had clearly lost sight of. And one of the cougars confirmed that for me when she tried the giggle/reach-for-Lauren's-drink move. In the end, my strong grip and Lauren's return repelled them.
Tonight, Cajun's Wharf hosts its Thursday night deck party once again, and on Friday night the music is by Donna Massey & Blue Eyed Soul. If I dare make it out, I'll let you know what happens.


