A night of dancing makes me feel old. Especially when I have to work the following morning. I've been stammering around all day today half because I only got four hours of sleep last night and half because Osaze was bang on last night. I love how I can request a non-standard And One song and the entire night becomes a synthpop EBM night. He knows I have to work in the morning. I think he does it to keep me there.
Anyway, ow. Muscles hurt.
And my grouse for the day is that I don't know enough people who can keep up. Either physically on the dancefloor or verbally in debate. (EDIT: Although I really shouldn't complain about people keeping up with my dancing. My status today is evidence I can barely keep up, myself.) I'm not saying I'm the best at either. Nor am I saying I don't know anyone who can. Those people I hold in high regard and I want more. GIMME!
Anyway, ow. Muscles hurt.
And my grouse for the day is that I don't know enough people who can keep up. Either physically on the dancefloor or verbally in debate. (EDIT: Although I really shouldn't complain about people keeping up with my dancing. My status today is evidence I can barely keep up, myself.) I'm not saying I'm the best at either. Nor am I saying I don't know anyone who can. Those people I hold in high regard and I want more. GIMME!
A real shame too, cause I spent a good deal of time with; Lucy, Elana, Lisseth, Red_Vinyl, etc. It was good freakin' times!
I hope to see ya sometime soon there.