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vicarzYesterday I decided not to go to Alchemy / Nation. I had a long week, today was going to be tough in the office, I had too many empty calories already, and the music has been eh lately. I had also decided not to go to the gym. I walked home, then walked to the gym and did much upper-body. I showered, checked the mail, called a friend or two, answered a call or two, had a sandwich, and changed my mind on the nation issue too. I didn’t know of anyone going, didn’t feel like distressing, didn’t feel like getting drunk...I just had this tought ‘wouldn’t it be fun to go out and dance?’
Er uh wow. I had a total blast, a total fucking blast last night. I started talking with Aaron about his cd of dramatis persona. Adam of Poseur fame was there as well - looking mighty fucking good I might add. You know with all his ‘years of experience’ you’d think the bugger would look like Keith Richards, but he seems to be improving with age - damn nonconformist bastard! I broke away quicker than the conversation politely let, but that drink was calling me.
Well, before I hit the bar some irresistible synthy song played on the main dance floor, and that was all she wrote. I started bouncing to that, ran into a bouncy Nadra, ran into a blond Kristie who turned out not to be with spawn much to my surprise and embarrassment (who told me they were spawning that I can’t recall?) Kristie blond still confuses me, never mind remembering that she’s married. I was happy to see her still doing that head-down-yoga stretch spin dance, though no matter how many years it’s been my mind still sees her with black hair and an obvious garter running up the inside of her thigh. That’s nice. She mentioned moving to TN with her hubby, “Well that’s going to be a long commute!”
More poppy songs played, more dancing was done, with a minor trip to the bar. I couldn’t seem to stop running into pretty friends! I’m not just kissing up *PLEASE LIKE ME* I mean it seemed like everyone I know who has a delicious combination of brains and yumminess was out last night. I also couldn’t stop dancing to fun music - and I had no standards. No standards is fun! They played dead stars, and I danced my tail off to it. They played that fucking cookie monster song! I love the cookie monster song! I danced to cookie monster song! I danced to it, hell I sang to it! C is for cheesy, that’s good enuf for me! Whee! Good god who was djing? They played another synth song I like that blended (notice I don’t really know the names of synth songs) into fucking Madonna. Madonna, erotic, in Nation...on a Thursday. Did I mention dancing? Did I mention dancing spinning my arms above my head like I was on top of a box in velvet? It was hard to keep my shirt on, sigh - wrong crowd. I danced to Madonna, whee!
They played some lovely 80s old school on the deck, and I spent much time being all old school androggy gothy dancing out there. I didn’t box much at all on the dance floor - yay! I’ve actually started to realize quicker when I’m boxing instead of dancing, and now when I catch myself I just crouch into my ‘not in the face’ defensive pose which transfers pretty easily into posey dancing crap. I did a brief tour upstairs where they were doing death/goth fun. It was a little too bright to feel comfy dancing, and the music while good, wasn’t really dancey per se. I took a second to tell the dj I liked what she was playing, but she just looked annoyed that I was trying to talk to her. It’s like she was busy, how odd.
I had an unstoppable good mood last night, and it’s still rolling. Hell, I appreciate Kate pointing out my shitty posture - I’m too short to stand like a question mark. I did get caught talking negatively, thank you for noticing! It’s true, of all the people spinning around, why focus on the one threesome that looks icky to me? Now I will not take back laughing at the long haired guy whose ass crack was showing beneath his fishnet top, but that’s just entertaining! Baby steps! I did a lot of dancing on the porch, really embarrassed dancing as many friends were out there and I was often alone or nearly so on the dance PORCH.
Speaking of dignity, it's so nice to know that if your standards seem to be dipping ever-so-slightly, that your friends will step in to remind you of the shared values that we hold so dear. That, I am pretty sure, was the message I got from Kelowna riding me on the dance floor like a backwards-pony, complete with ass-slapping giddiup action! Dignity regained!
Hmm, I rather wish that we were inside, however. That’s my one complaint. It’s a little on the bright side outside, muggy as fuck, and D&B had the main floor. Um, I want the main floor back. There were tons of gothy people outside, and only a few D&B people most of the night. The D&B people don’t dance! They just stand around the floor, as though waiting. Shit - put them on the deck and let the people with all the clothes and makeup have the main floor?
When did Tracy turn into a pixie with my hair? I was worried we’d get stuck together by the head with spikey gelly velcroish bonding! We made fun of our favorite spooky goth dancing moves, but then I just was inspired to go out and spin around for ‘real.’ Whee!
I was a sweaty mess, but a happy sweaty mess. I must say - if you’re not having a good time, try lowering your standards!
Er uh wow. I had a total blast, a total fucking blast last night. I started talking with Aaron about his cd of dramatis persona. Adam of Poseur fame was there as well - looking mighty fucking good I might add. You know with all his ‘years of experience’ you’d think the bugger would look like Keith Richards, but he seems to be improving with age - damn nonconformist bastard! I broke away quicker than the conversation politely let, but that drink was calling me.
Well, before I hit the bar some irresistible synthy song played on the main dance floor, and that was all she wrote. I started bouncing to that, ran into a bouncy Nadra, ran into a blond Kristie who turned out not to be with spawn much to my surprise and embarrassment (who told me they were spawning that I can’t recall?) Kristie blond still confuses me, never mind remembering that she’s married. I was happy to see her still doing that head-down-yoga stretch spin dance, though no matter how many years it’s been my mind still sees her with black hair and an obvious garter running up the inside of her thigh. That’s nice. She mentioned moving to TN with her hubby, “Well that’s going to be a long commute!”
More poppy songs played, more dancing was done, with a minor trip to the bar. I couldn’t seem to stop running into pretty friends! I’m not just kissing up *PLEASE LIKE ME* I mean it seemed like everyone I know who has a delicious combination of brains and yumminess was out last night. I also couldn’t stop dancing to fun music - and I had no standards. No standards is fun! They played dead stars, and I danced my tail off to it. They played that fucking cookie monster song! I love the cookie monster song! I danced to cookie monster song! I danced to it, hell I sang to it! C is for cheesy, that’s good enuf for me! Whee! Good god who was djing? They played another synth song I like that blended (notice I don’t really know the names of synth songs) into fucking Madonna. Madonna, erotic, in Nation...on a Thursday. Did I mention dancing? Did I mention dancing spinning my arms above my head like I was on top of a box in velvet? It was hard to keep my shirt on, sigh - wrong crowd. I danced to Madonna, whee!
They played some lovely 80s old school on the deck, and I spent much time being all old school androggy gothy dancing out there. I didn’t box much at all on the dance floor - yay! I’ve actually started to realize quicker when I’m boxing instead of dancing, and now when I catch myself I just crouch into my ‘not in the face’ defensive pose which transfers pretty easily into posey dancing crap. I did a brief tour upstairs where they were doing death/goth fun. It was a little too bright to feel comfy dancing, and the music while good, wasn’t really dancey per se. I took a second to tell the dj I liked what she was playing, but she just looked annoyed that I was trying to talk to her. It’s like she was busy, how odd.
I had an unstoppable good mood last night, and it’s still rolling. Hell, I appreciate Kate pointing out my shitty posture - I’m too short to stand like a question mark. I did get caught talking negatively, thank you for noticing! It’s true, of all the people spinning around, why focus on the one threesome that looks icky to me? Now I will not take back laughing at the long haired guy whose ass crack was showing beneath his fishnet top, but that’s just entertaining! Baby steps! I did a lot of dancing on the porch, really embarrassed dancing as many friends were out there and I was often alone or nearly so on the dance PORCH.
Speaking of dignity, it's so nice to know that if your standards seem to be dipping ever-so-slightly, that your friends will step in to remind you of the shared values that we hold so dear. That, I am pretty sure, was the message I got from Kelowna riding me on the dance floor like a backwards-pony, complete with ass-slapping giddiup action! Dignity regained!
Hmm, I rather wish that we were inside, however. That’s my one complaint. It’s a little on the bright side outside, muggy as fuck, and D&B had the main floor. Um, I want the main floor back. There were tons of gothy people outside, and only a few D&B people most of the night. The D&B people don’t dance! They just stand around the floor, as though waiting. Shit - put them on the deck and let the people with all the clothes and makeup have the main floor?
When did Tracy turn into a pixie with my hair? I was worried we’d get stuck together by the head with spikey gelly velcroish bonding! We made fun of our favorite spooky goth dancing moves, but then I just was inspired to go out and spin around for ‘real.’ Whee!
I was a sweaty mess, but a happy sweaty mess. I must say - if you’re not having a good time, try lowering your standards!
