Saturday (part 2 of 2)
(Actually, most of this happened during the whee hours of Sunday, but we still consider it Saturday night.)
Well, python, clairdelune, and I partied like it was 1985 tonight.
Chris and I dyed our hair: my hair became a purple mohawky thing, and Chris went spiky black. Chris dressed all in black, too. I dressed in hideous black/grey/white scribbly pants that were just too much. I knew saving them would serve some purpose.
Well, we go to pick Miss Clairdelune - much later than we were supposed to, as we had to shower after the boat party - and then we head down to 6th Street. We took forever trying to find parking, and it seemed like the evening was going to blow, but we finally made it to the place just after Midnight. It was actually pretty packed. We danced a LOT. My mohawky thing came completely undone the moment I started thrashing my head to and fro
What's with people standing in the dance floor? It's okay if you are going to stand off to the side, but don't walk into the dance floor and just stand there taking up space. And what's with people pretending to cut through the crowd, only to stop in my dance space so they can dance? Rude people, I tell ya. Miss Clairdelune and I were dancing fools. I did my dorky dancing, but it didn't matter, because it was the 80's, man, and everybody was dancing funny! I was going crazy before our break to the outside. Afterwards, we come back, and they played Push It!!! I love dancing to that song! [I must inform you that I never went dancing much, and was usually embarassed to dance, but I force myself to overcome the ackwardness and just go with it.] After then, I wasn't very impressed with the list of songs until just before we left, when they played a few good ones. I was worn out then anyway. We left as they were playing 99 Luftballoons.
Quick synopsis after dancing: long ass walk back to the car...stop at Taco Cabana to fill our screaming stomachs...drop Miss Clairdelune off...drive back home...shower off the sweat and purple dye...update journal....go to sleep.
My nipples hurt, and I'm not exactly sure why. Might be from my sweat-drenched t-shirt; the salt may have irritated them. I'm sure you're glad you know that now.
Well, python, clairdelune, and I partied like it was 1985 tonight.
Chris and I dyed our hair: my hair became a purple mohawky thing, and Chris went spiky black. Chris dressed all in black, too. I dressed in hideous black/grey/white scribbly pants that were just too much. I knew saving them would serve some purpose.
Well, we go to pick Miss Clairdelune - much later than we were supposed to, as we had to shower after the boat party - and then we head down to 6th Street. We took forever trying to find parking, and it seemed like the evening was going to blow, but we finally made it to the place just after Midnight. It was actually pretty packed. We danced a LOT. My mohawky thing came completely undone the moment I started thrashing my head to and fro
What's with people standing in the dance floor? It's okay if you are going to stand off to the side, but don't walk into the dance floor and just stand there taking up space. And what's with people pretending to cut through the crowd, only to stop in my dance space so they can dance? Rude people, I tell ya. Miss Clairdelune and I were dancing fools. I did my dorky dancing, but it didn't matter, because it was the 80's, man, and everybody was dancing funny! I was going crazy before our break to the outside. Afterwards, we come back, and they played Push It!!! I love dancing to that song! [I must inform you that I never went dancing much, and was usually embarassed to dance, but I force myself to overcome the ackwardness and just go with it.] After then, I wasn't very impressed with the list of songs until just before we left, when they played a few good ones. I was worn out then anyway. We left as they were playing 99 Luftballoons.
Quick synopsis after dancing: long ass walk back to the car...stop at Taco Cabana to fill our screaming stomachs...drop Miss Clairdelune off...drive back home...shower off the sweat and purple dye...update journal....go to sleep.
My nipples hurt, and I'm not exactly sure why. Might be from my sweat-drenched t-shirt; the salt may have irritated them. I'm sure you're glad you know that now.