Nov 29, 2003 17:11
I'm so excited, I'm almost afraid to emit sound. I'm positive that a squeal of delight is the maximum complexity of my verbal abilities right now.
In four hours, on the other side of the flat state North of me, a DJ will deftly place a flat black disc onto a short rotating pedastal, and a needle will sink down into its waiting groove.
And I will be there, to dance. I want to do this every Thanksgiving! I've been joyfully feasting, knowing that every stored ounce will be used. In a little while, after my bath and some primping, I'll make spaghetti with a cream and leftover turkey sauce. And then I'll be off.
Time-release Niacin? Check.
Ginseng? Check.
Candy? Check.
CD's for the journey? Check.
Pillow and blanket for napping? Check.
Fruit and nuts for day-after recovery? Check.
Readiness for surreality and communal love? Check.
All set. :D
music,
love,
travel,
surreal,
thanksgiving,
dancing