recoveringmale

Yesterday was fun. I awoke from an afternoon nap to a phone call from a friend whose car had broken down out near Tillamook. She had borrowed a cell phone from some folks who lived down the road from where she was (out in the sticks) and I got to play rescuer. The Cancer in me was pleased. Anyway, I headed out (getting lost once trying to get on the right freeway; took a brief scenic detour into NE Portland) and picked her up. It was really the middle of nowhere. Mostly just trees and the total and completely consuming darkness. Every once in a while a cabin diner or a few houses. And my god, the stars. You never see them so clearly in the city. My sense of the world gets so narrow living here, I forget that Portland is not Oregon.
So I got her home, and was rewarded with a few beers, half a grilled cheese sandwhich (courtesy of her man, he was a bit embarrassed for not having answered his phone when she called him), and she put some eyeliner and mascara on me. I looked practically Egyptian. I went home and donned my Dresden Dolls t-shirt and a shimmery black rayon shirt I never wear anymore. I painted my nails black. Yes, you guessed it... I then headed out to Embers for goth/industrial night, to which I had never been. I got there and immediately clung to the wall, as I couldn't find molonel at first. After almost an hour of self-consciousness and awkward wallflowering, I saw him and said hi. He offered to buy me shots if I promised to dance. Two shots of Jger later, I was on the floor.
I haven't had such fun in months. Two hours of nonstop ridiculously improvised jumping about and sweating my ass off. No obnoxious bumping and grinding, and no pressure. I just danced with myself, like no one was watching. I went home with a ringing in my ears, grinning stupidly. What a fucking blast.