Back to the Dance Floor
Life is uglier when I don't go out dancing on a regular basis. It's been too long since I cut a rug so Jeff & I went to goth night at the Wave. Met up with our friend Rod. Hung out for a few hours, I did a little dancing (oy, my knees. You shouldn't know from such pain...), headed home. It was an ok time.
And why am I burdening you with this? Because I saw djmarionette's doppleganger at the club. No kidding. Looked just like him: dressed like him; glasses, hair, goatee; not only smoked but waved his cigarette around like him; and was passionate about his music. I think he danced better but I'm prepared to be proved wrong. :)
There are few things cooler than watching someone who dances well dance to something they love. I didn't know the song but this guy owned the dance floor. It was a joy to experience.
Coming soon: An essay on the goth dance form.
And why am I burdening you with this? Because I saw djmarionette's doppleganger at the club. No kidding. Looked just like him: dressed like him; glasses, hair, goatee; not only smoked but waved his cigarette around like him; and was passionate about his music. I think he danced better but I'm prepared to be proved wrong. :)
There are few things cooler than watching someone who dances well dance to something they love. I didn't know the song but this guy owned the dance floor. It was a joy to experience.
Coming soon: An essay on the goth dance form.