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weekend lalalalala
Aug. 11th, 2003 03:55 amHa ha! I reuse the 'sore' mood icon, because it makes me joyful - both because i AM sore in the bestest of dancy ways, and because I love the understatement of it. Ouch!
A weekend of much glorious bouncing, much drunken fun, and very little hangover pain. Can you ask for more? Well, there was also random ballpoint tattooing. There were well-meant compliments to my dancing-style, which always make me laugh, because dancing is something I do very much NOT for the compliments. Some poor innocent came up to me and asked me if I was the "wonderful dancer" and I told him no, but I WAS the spaz, with a smiley straight face. Sweet thing. There were both massively overpriced drinks and cheap-as-shite drinks, there was being greeted at the door by friends who get you in for freefreefree, which, beyond saving you three dollars, also makes you feel like the coolest shit in the world, and there was birthday-party Austin on the dance floor, throwing down his cool moves. Oh yeah, I KNOW you're jealous.
I slightly betrayed Austin by running off to the dance floor and hiding his blinky birthday button among the throngs of moving bodies; I then slightly betrayed Brian by voluntarily offering up the button to Austin when he came out to hug me goodbye - poor boy hadn't even noticed it was gone. Tiny treacheries always make me happy. The button itself was lovely indeed - flashing red and yellow lights. Ravers everywhere are crying at its loss.
Must do the Elysium thing more frequently. Yes. I know that I love it, but I forget how good it makes me FEEL, y'know? Arrrr.
Ah, and there were pirate accents. Heh.
A weekend of much glorious bouncing, much drunken fun, and very little hangover pain. Can you ask for more? Well, there was also random ballpoint tattooing. There were well-meant compliments to my dancing-style, which always make me laugh, because dancing is something I do very much NOT for the compliments. Some poor innocent came up to me and asked me if I was the "wonderful dancer" and I told him no, but I WAS the spaz, with a smiley straight face. Sweet thing. There were both massively overpriced drinks and cheap-as-shite drinks, there was being greeted at the door by friends who get you in for freefreefree, which, beyond saving you three dollars, also makes you feel like the coolest shit in the world, and there was birthday-party Austin on the dance floor, throwing down his cool moves. Oh yeah, I KNOW you're jealous.
I slightly betrayed Austin by running off to the dance floor and hiding his blinky birthday button among the throngs of moving bodies; I then slightly betrayed Brian by voluntarily offering up the button to Austin when he came out to hug me goodbye - poor boy hadn't even noticed it was gone. Tiny treacheries always make me happy. The button itself was lovely indeed - flashing red and yellow lights. Ravers everywhere are crying at its loss.
Must do the Elysium thing more frequently. Yes. I know that I love it, but I forget how good it makes me FEEL, y'know? Arrrr.
Ah, and there were pirate accents. Heh.
