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dewingedYes, I'm up real early posting this.
See, I just got home.
Now, before the lot of you start cheering, it wasn't that. SImply put, I was just in no condition to drive home after I went out. Post-club, we got back to Mike's at around 2:30, and it was still another drive home for me, and there was no way I was going to do it. So, I crashed at his house, and he woke me up at around quarter after 6, before he went out golfing (Sad, I know). By then, I was feeling okay. I wasn't feeling okay before that.
Ok, take me, with all the little pent-up frustrations. Add to the fact I have that nasty little social flaw called 'Cheap Date' (Translation: really poor alcohol tolerance. Another sign that I never really grew up).
Add, within the space of a half hour, two Long Island Iced Teas.
Yeah.
But, despite that, I did end up having fun. After that happened, I danced for about two hours, non-stop, to retro 80s remixes. Guys, girls, I had lots of people dance with me over the course of the night. (I can feel that. Stop grinning, you!) See, there was the bar, which wasn't that bad, but the dance floor itself felt like a different...dimension. It was a wierd feeling, but cool too. It was like the borders beyond the floor were fuzzy, and indistinct. And I've never danced under a strobe light before, which added to the feeling.
There's not a whole lot more to the story than what I've said here. So I'm going to bed, again. Get a little rest before I feel like eating something and/or RPing.
See, I just got home.
Now, before the lot of you start cheering, it wasn't that. SImply put, I was just in no condition to drive home after I went out. Post-club, we got back to Mike's at around 2:30, and it was still another drive home for me, and there was no way I was going to do it. So, I crashed at his house, and he woke me up at around quarter after 6, before he went out golfing (Sad, I know). By then, I was feeling okay. I wasn't feeling okay before that.
Ok, take me, with all the little pent-up frustrations. Add to the fact I have that nasty little social flaw called 'Cheap Date' (Translation: really poor alcohol tolerance. Another sign that I never really grew up).
Add, within the space of a half hour, two Long Island Iced Teas.
Yeah.
But, despite that, I did end up having fun. After that happened, I danced for about two hours, non-stop, to retro 80s remixes. Guys, girls, I had lots of people dance with me over the course of the night. (I can feel that. Stop grinning, you!) See, there was the bar, which wasn't that bad, but the dance floor itself felt like a different...dimension. It was a wierd feeling, but cool too. It was like the borders beyond the floor were fuzzy, and indistinct. And I've never danced under a strobe light before, which added to the feeling.
There's not a whole lot more to the story than what I've said here. So I'm going to bed, again. Get a little rest before I feel like eating something and/or RPing.
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Cheap Dates and Dancing
Date: 2002-08-11 09:28 am (UTC)But dancing ... aahh, dancing. If one can loosen one's inhibitions enough to just get out there and dance, instead of the self-conscious gyrations that most of us start with, dancing can be tons of fun. Sounds like you had fun. I think I'm vaguely envious. :)
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Date: 2002-08-11 12:12 pm (UTC)