Dansa är okej
Tonight, I finally did what my soul has been craving for weeks. I went out and danced™. I was accompanied by my best girlfriend and lifetime baby-sitter Jonne, his friend and friends of hers (Jonne's friend's). I was quite indifferent to where we'd go as long as we'd go somewhere that had a dance floor. For some reason we ended up at Medusa. Medusa had a dance floor, and dancing was possible, even though the music was, pardon my racism, "just so... white". It confused me a lot to begin with, but after a song or two I figured out that dancing in that context meant waving your arms around while jumping up and down and thanking God that you chose comfortable shoes. After this discovery I had tons of fun (hey, c'mon, they played "Chop Suey"), despite getting beer spilled over my dress and shoes by a person whose sexual habits probably involve a risk of impregnating an egg that used to share ovary with the protoegg that lead to his birth.
The highlight of the evening was probably another illustration to what I usually refer to as "the story of my fuckin' life".
I, Jonne and a guy from our gang were enjoying fresh air outside and random guy joined in. When he left us a short time later, he categorized the guy from our gang as someone who looked like the singer from Blink 182, Jonne as someone who was into grunge (uh, right?) and me as just plain weird.
I'm thinking about giving classes where I'll just be and let people observe me and learn from the master of "doing absolutely nothing special and getting categorized as totally weird". There must be people out there who want to learn the skill, and maybe someone will eventually figure out how I do it and tell me. I'd like to know.
It's 5 am. I need sleep, and I need more Vysotsky on mp3.
The highlight of the evening was probably another illustration to what I usually refer to as "the story of my fuckin' life".
I, Jonne and a guy from our gang were enjoying fresh air outside and random guy joined in. When he left us a short time later, he categorized the guy from our gang as someone who looked like the singer from Blink 182, Jonne as someone who was into grunge (uh, right?) and me as just plain weird.
I'm thinking about giving classes where I'll just be and let people observe me and learn from the master of "doing absolutely nothing special and getting categorized as totally weird". There must be people out there who want to learn the skill, and maybe someone will eventually figure out how I do it and tell me. I'd like to know.
It's 5 am. I need sleep, and I need more Vysotsky on mp3.