the party started at four thirty. by eight thirty i was tired and ready to leave. 'five cocktails
i thought 'it's my limit'.
about nine thirty i was on the 'dancefloor'. dancing up a storm. and insisting someone take me to boogie wonderland (which is the first sign of insanity hello) and talking up my brains. 'they just don't get it' i said 'and they don't appreciate that some people might know more than them, or even get it on another level'. followed quickly by 'those some people might be me'.
by ten thirty i had decided to turn to apple juice. on the rocks. by ten thirty five i had returned to the liquor, adding 42 below vodka - feijoa flavour. great combo by the way.
by eleven i had packed my bag. put my jacket on. scarf, gloves. i'll go get a taxi.
by eleven fifteen i was in jet bar. asking the barman how i could get the best bang for my buck. liquor wise that is. special rum apparently. ew. but i drank it.
and for the next hour sat singing paula cole's i don't wanna wait. and despite how god awful that sounds my companion didn't get bored. and even joined in.
but sometime between midnight and one it all went bad. someone suggested the dancefloor. probably to stop my singing. well, i'd been ready since nine thirty so made a bee line. when on the dance floor i rocked. boys to my left. boys to my right. me in the centre. dancing queen. people were clapping back in time to my movement. but my friends left without me. what the?
anyway i went home in a huff. bad mouthed them via instant message conversations with japan. and decided never to talk to them again. then i woke up this morning with a start. fingers crossed i didn't burn any bridges.
also last night taught me an important lesson. next week, instead of filling my life with liqour i will try an alternative. filling my life with dance. bring it on.
5 comments:
what's Boogie Wonderland like?
well, your night was more exciting than mine. I mooched around and watched Homicide and ate meatballs. I'm just so into hanging out at home whenever I can at the mo....
I love hanging out at home. Instead last night I spent far too much money eating and drinking but I think I rolled home at something like 10.30pm and it was a real effort staying out that long!
yay! i pretty much had a dance awareness overcome me a year or two ago.
billy: boogie wonderland is equal parts fabulous and dire. when i went there the first time i had to line up and got the boy i was with in a fight. which was only verbal but there were threats. it got better though cos the dancefloor was awesome and it was entirely in theme. the custom was an older set. which is like my fave. reow. but the problem with that is they are all married couples. also another problem is that in the seventies men looked like women. this is a problem because the toilets instead of saying men or women have pictures of 'men' and women. i got confused and went into the mens toilets even though i was entirely sober and some men made fun of me.
strongerlight: i heart being at home too. but when i dance at home i either feel pathetic because it would be more fun or shame because ally mcbeal used to dance at home too and who wants to be likened to ally mcbeal.
hels: eating and drinking are good uses of money in my opinion. in moderation of course.
jessica: i am so in to dance. i always have been. but now i'm more in to it than ever before. all you people on the floor, let me see you dance. in the words of britney or madonna. one or t'other.
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