dancing to be free
My neccckkkkk huuurrrrtttsssss.
Last night was another great night, and one not filled with any dramas at all. In fact, being the person who was the unspoken 'organiser' of the night, it couldn't have really gone much better.
Apart from having spent $80 and having no money left, and everyone being poor, and cover charges being steep, and a fucked up taxi driver, and slightly annoying males, the whole night was really damn rad!! :D
I love being a part of the nightlife. I remember when I first went into the valley at night just with Shane, I must have been about 14 and we went to some little place in Chinatown and played pool and drank Chinese beer and although I couldn't get in anywhere else, walking around there gave me this buzz, just seeing all these people out, being amongst them, everyone drunk and loud and happy pumped for a good night. I wanted so much to join these people. At the time, I looked up to all the people a lot more than I do now of course, and I don't get that giddy childish high from being out there, but it's still the buzz. And now I can be a part of it, and see what's inside those doors I could only catch glimpses through. Once when I was about 15 I walked past Gilhooley's in the city on the way to the Botanic Gardens with Mark, and I made some comment in passing like, "I can't wait to be able to go into pubs and stuff." And he just said to me, "it's over-rated." And I have to say that although sometimes it can be, I have so much fun going into these places, sharing good times with people I love, sharing good times with people I've just met, passing drinks around and putting everything negative out of my world for a while. It's not for everyone, but I love these times.
I had so much fun dancing at club 299 last night. They play the kind of music I definitely want to hear when I'm out having a good time. Not necessarily 'good' music, just shit you can sing along to. Shit you wouldn't usually admit you like - guilty pleasures, stuff you can dance and sing to without scorn from mates when you're all pissed and having a good time. I'm not a 'dancing' type. Well, at least, I never thought of myself as that. (I got told by someone I'd just met last night that I didn't seem to be the dancing type, too...) But I had so much fun dancing to this stuff, the good shit, the kind of music I ACTUALLY LISTEN TO, as opposed to top 40 R&B and mainstream techno...
It was strangely nice to see the sunrise in the taxi on the way home. Even nicer to finally crash into my bed for a few hours before going to the pub with the family today...
Getting to be closer with my brother than I have been in years is so nice. He came out with us last night, and it was just the perfect group to go party with.
Despite the sore neck and back from my headbanging and the extreme tired-ness, I am feeling so goddamn content. I feel like a big fat cat lying in the sun after eating. For some reason, cats lying in the sun are the epitome of contentedness for me. ^_________^
I'm going to nap, like a cat in the sun.
Last night was another great night, and one not filled with any dramas at all. In fact, being the person who was the unspoken 'organiser' of the night, it couldn't have really gone much better.
Apart from having spent $80 and having no money left, and everyone being poor, and cover charges being steep, and a fucked up taxi driver, and slightly annoying males, the whole night was really damn rad!! :D
I love being a part of the nightlife. I remember when I first went into the valley at night just with Shane, I must have been about 14 and we went to some little place in Chinatown and played pool and drank Chinese beer and although I couldn't get in anywhere else, walking around there gave me this buzz, just seeing all these people out, being amongst them, everyone drunk and loud and happy pumped for a good night. I wanted so much to join these people. At the time, I looked up to all the people a lot more than I do now of course, and I don't get that giddy childish high from being out there, but it's still the buzz. And now I can be a part of it, and see what's inside those doors I could only catch glimpses through. Once when I was about 15 I walked past Gilhooley's in the city on the way to the Botanic Gardens with Mark, and I made some comment in passing like, "I can't wait to be able to go into pubs and stuff." And he just said to me, "it's over-rated." And I have to say that although sometimes it can be, I have so much fun going into these places, sharing good times with people I love, sharing good times with people I've just met, passing drinks around and putting everything negative out of my world for a while. It's not for everyone, but I love these times.
I had so much fun dancing at club 299 last night. They play the kind of music I definitely want to hear when I'm out having a good time. Not necessarily 'good' music, just shit you can sing along to. Shit you wouldn't usually admit you like - guilty pleasures, stuff you can dance and sing to without scorn from mates when you're all pissed and having a good time. I'm not a 'dancing' type. Well, at least, I never thought of myself as that. (I got told by someone I'd just met last night that I didn't seem to be the dancing type, too...) But I had so much fun dancing to this stuff, the good shit, the kind of music I ACTUALLY LISTEN TO, as opposed to top 40 R&B and mainstream techno...
It was strangely nice to see the sunrise in the taxi on the way home. Even nicer to finally crash into my bed for a few hours before going to the pub with the family today...
Getting to be closer with my brother than I have been in years is so nice. He came out with us last night, and it was just the perfect group to go party with.
Despite the sore neck and back from my headbanging and the extreme tired-ness, I am feeling so goddamn content. I feel like a big fat cat lying in the sun after eating. For some reason, cats lying in the sun are the epitome of contentedness for me. ^_________^
I'm going to nap, like a cat in the sun.