HELLYEP!
Last night was one of the best night's out in all memory. Indeed, I only arrived home a short time ago. It was before noon; don't give me that look. (Hee hee, 11:45)
Starting with the happy hour - No no no. Starting with showing up to find my hawt "date" in a little skirt and stockings with lil' red bows and the sheer top with the *phew* hot damn! So then it continued with the tour of the armory...well, that just kicked major ass. Huge and beautiful and historical and creepy-awesome space. Many good folks around. Got a call from the Prom Date saying he'd just gotten in to 1015 for the Raindance Presents Chinese New Year party and that a line was beginning to form and we should make our way over there.
Goddamn if we didn't have perfect timing. We found Prom Date and friends, all of whom were looking damn fine. 'specially the Mandypants (who NEVER FREAKING UPDATES cuddlycommando) who had on a corset-y, bosom-y, black bunch of yum. We happened to get in line with the lovely, fun, and adorably-eared Turtle. It was already a formidable crowd, but not so that we couldn't explore the space which is HUGE! There are tons of (meaning 4) rooms and we checked several of them out before stopping in the [main] room to watch Gamelan X play and watch an aerialist from the balcony.
The Santa Cruz crowd and I made it down to the floor for a little booty-shakin' and then I decided to find where C and R had wandered off to. I dragged Matt (from SC with me) and we ended up in the basement which became my homeroom of dance space. I think DJ Mosaic was playing at that moment and he rocked. We danced a bit then went back up, told the rest of the SC crew that some PHAT BEATS were in the basement and headed down to dance some more.
HOO DOGGY! Wait wait...this will make me like the cool kids. HOO DOGGY! I danced for an hour straight. I got chest pains after a little while and kept right on going. The chest pains aren't abby normal for me if I haven't worked out in a long time, and uh, I haven't. In October I climbed Half Dome (which kicked my ass) and since then I've done nothing except move house. I happened to run into Becca, a hot girl that I'd met a couple times at the carnival and kept dancing with her and her crowd after the SC folks left me for water and drinks. Pussies. (Totally joking.) I was sweating like crazy and having weighed myself a short time ago, I find that I lost 5 pounds last night? Might we be a bit dehydrated? Yes, but we didn't have to stand in line for the bathroom. *drinks big glass of water* Now that is my kind of workout.
It was getting too hot and I went upstairs to find a nice crowd of Fandangans. How I do love them. I was fanning myself with my dress-top-robe thing (I had pants underneath) and commented to ceebaby and zoe_vaughn that I was so warm that I was ready to take my dress off. They both stepped back and stared me down, so I took off the dress. C kept staring me down and effectively got me to take off my shirt. INSTIGATOR!
Then a funny moment happened where I saw this guy that I met at Pesto and I said, "Oh wow, Hi!" and then I saw Liz (does she have an LJ?) and went "EEE! It's Liz!" and gave her a hug and then saw Samantha the Sword Balancing Belly Dancer from New York and had to run over and say, "Hi" to her too. Everyone was there, it was nuts. I said hi and to each one and then moved on down the chain and apologized to everyone for saying hi and bye so fast.
A while later I went downstairs and danced a bit more and I was coming back up this guy tapped me on the shoulder and told me that I'm a good dancer and he really enjoyed watching me dance (it wasn't in a creepy way.) That made me feel all fuzzy and good. I tell people that I don't know how to dance and that I only pretend to. I was in the zone last night and it was great and someone who was just watching liked it. *grin*
Yadda yadda. 1015 part of the night is over, I take my charges home. (I was sober for all of this, by the way. That fact makes me feel good too; I like reminding myself that I can have a fantastic time out and dancing without being in an altered state. 'Cept for the red bull.)
The aforementioned Becca had told me about an afterparty at one of the klown's houses in Oakland. I was a bit tired, but I chugged an energy drink and drove over. Bunch of cool people there too and we stayed up until 6:30 in the morning playing drums, piano, kalimba, more drums, maracas, horns, flutes, guitar, ipu, eggs. *happy sigh* Good times. No. Great times.
We all woke up about 2 hours later and made our ways home.
I'm still awake and I've been gabbing and I should really go to sleep because I'm supposed to go dancing at Pop Roxx tonight. Girl's night! Mini-Bootie set in the back lounge! Ack, I'm giddy and hyper with dancey joy.
Dance your ass off, Kids.
PS. I would just like to reiterate that *everyone* looked fantastic last night. Ya'll know how to dress. *HUGS*
Starting with the happy hour - No no no. Starting with showing up to find my hawt "date" in a little skirt and stockings with lil' red bows and the sheer top with the *phew* hot damn! So then it continued with the tour of the armory...well, that just kicked major ass. Huge and beautiful and historical and creepy-awesome space. Many good folks around. Got a call from the Prom Date saying he'd just gotten in to 1015 for the Raindance Presents Chinese New Year party and that a line was beginning to form and we should make our way over there.
Goddamn if we didn't have perfect timing. We found Prom Date and friends, all of whom were looking damn fine. 'specially the Mandypants (who NEVER FREAKING UPDATES cuddlycommando) who had on a corset-y, bosom-y, black bunch of yum. We happened to get in line with the lovely, fun, and adorably-eared Turtle. It was already a formidable crowd, but not so that we couldn't explore the space which is HUGE! There are tons of (meaning 4) rooms and we checked several of them out before stopping in the [main] room to watch Gamelan X play and watch an aerialist from the balcony.
The Santa Cruz crowd and I made it down to the floor for a little booty-shakin' and then I decided to find where C and R had wandered off to. I dragged Matt (from SC with me) and we ended up in the basement which became my homeroom of dance space. I think DJ Mosaic was playing at that moment and he rocked. We danced a bit then went back up, told the rest of the SC crew that some PHAT BEATS were in the basement and headed down to dance some more.
HOO DOGGY! Wait wait...this will make me like the cool kids. HOO DOGGY! I danced for an hour straight. I got chest pains after a little while and kept right on going. The chest pains aren't abby normal for me if I haven't worked out in a long time, and uh, I haven't. In October I climbed Half Dome (which kicked my ass) and since then I've done nothing except move house. I happened to run into Becca, a hot girl that I'd met a couple times at the carnival and kept dancing with her and her crowd after the SC folks left me for water and drinks. Pussies. (Totally joking.) I was sweating like crazy and having weighed myself a short time ago, I find that I lost 5 pounds last night? Might we be a bit dehydrated? Yes, but we didn't have to stand in line for the bathroom. *drinks big glass of water* Now that is my kind of workout.
It was getting too hot and I went upstairs to find a nice crowd of Fandangans. How I do love them. I was fanning myself with my dress-top-robe thing (I had pants underneath) and commented to ceebaby and zoe_vaughn that I was so warm that I was ready to take my dress off. They both stepped back and stared me down, so I took off the dress. C kept staring me down and effectively got me to take off my shirt. INSTIGATOR!
Then a funny moment happened where I saw this guy that I met at Pesto and I said, "Oh wow, Hi!" and then I saw Liz (does she have an LJ?) and went "EEE! It's Liz!" and gave her a hug and then saw Samantha the Sword Balancing Belly Dancer from New York and had to run over and say, "Hi" to her too. Everyone was there, it was nuts. I said hi and to each one and then moved on down the chain and apologized to everyone for saying hi and bye so fast.
A while later I went downstairs and danced a bit more and I was coming back up this guy tapped me on the shoulder and told me that I'm a good dancer and he really enjoyed watching me dance (it wasn't in a creepy way.) That made me feel all fuzzy and good. I tell people that I don't know how to dance and that I only pretend to. I was in the zone last night and it was great and someone who was just watching liked it. *grin*
Yadda yadda. 1015 part of the night is over, I take my charges home. (I was sober for all of this, by the way. That fact makes me feel good too; I like reminding myself that I can have a fantastic time out and dancing without being in an altered state. 'Cept for the red bull.)
The aforementioned Becca had told me about an afterparty at one of the klown's houses in Oakland. I was a bit tired, but I chugged an energy drink and drove over. Bunch of cool people there too and we stayed up until 6:30 in the morning playing drums, piano, kalimba, more drums, maracas, horns, flutes, guitar, ipu, eggs. *happy sigh* Good times. No. Great times.
We all woke up about 2 hours later and made our ways home.
I'm still awake and I've been gabbing and I should really go to sleep because I'm supposed to go dancing at Pop Roxx tonight. Girl's night! Mini-Bootie set in the back lounge! Ack, I'm giddy and hyper with dancey joy.
Dance your ass off, Kids.
PS. I would just like to reiterate that *everyone* looked fantastic last night. Ya'll know how to dress. *HUGS*