some dancing to finish out the week

80's night was great! just as i was getting ready to leave and ride downtown, amy hatcher showed up. her and ben were going to play some games. sequence i think? jonathan had that game, but we never played it. it has a funky looking board. since i've not been educated on sequence, i've no idea how to play or what it's even about. i think there were some dominoes to be had as well. ben was telling me about playing dominoes with these black guys while he was working as a bus driver. ever notice the taylors are amazing at telling stories? i'll pretty much stop whatever i'm doing to listen to one. ben has some awesome stories, too.

i hope they had a good time. so i'm ready to ride downtown. i was debating on which pair of 70's plaid golfer pants to wear dancing. i retrieved the advice of a lady since there was one present. amy suggested the smaller plaid design. that pair was the darker of the two. after thinking about it, i ditched the golfer pants altogether. i remember dancing once in them. they're tight and "bunch up" and cut into areas i neither want bunching up or cutting to be occuring. plus, they are bell bottom-ish and that's no good for riding - the pant leg's always getting caught in the chain. my dickies that i wear everywhere have no problems with undesirable chain interactions. so i wore those. typical. and i headed out.

i enjoy riding at night. less people around. i can ride in the streets easier. it's also cooler. and dark.

as i was locking my bike up outside of bricktop, my friend paul approaches. after a brief chat we head inside. he offers to buy a drink for me. you rule paul.

i find a place to lay my belongings; my backpack, a stray raccoon that quickly became my friend, a small stick resembling a lower case letter "k", and an old truck tire i figured would come in handy. the backpack (the only one of the aformentioned belongings i really had with me) was placed in its usual spot. it is at that time that i noticed my friend ben sitting two chairs away. hmmm... didn't even notice him as i walked past. he was with darcy, matt, jen, and janelle?. i can't remember the last girl's name. i hadn't met her before and then she was gone before i knew it.

[approacheth paul]
[scottie thanks paul for drink, proceeds to introduce paul to those whom which paul is unfamiliar]
[paul gives salutations]
[salutations returned]
[in walks chastity]
[again, salutations]
[scottie dancing around in seat as music plays]
[get into the groove, by madonna begins to play]
[scottie names tune in three notes, proceeds to cut off current conversation with matt, apologizes, states mildly embarassing fact that he likes dancing to madonna]
[scottie now on dance floor dancing]
[others eventually follow]

the music was really good tonight. there was a good mix. and there were a lot of people there. paul, ben, matt, jen, janelle?, darcy, chastity, jenny p, jenny m, jessi p, jessie, molly, tina, david, joey, matt, pinky, steve-o, aaron, katie, jamie, crazy laura, jerry, dan, theresa, cvo, and chris. i don't know everybody there, but just about. i spent most of the night dancing with jessi p. she rules. very fun to dance with. she's very expressive and has a good time. i like that. most people fear dancing because they think they can't do it. but they are wrong. dancing is not about knowing a set of moves, or even having moves. it's about expression. dancing is expressive.

no parties happening afterwards that i wanted to attend, so i rode on home. the night air felt sooooo good. i rode by hazel abel park. i passed a car on the right as it was making a right turn. i was going faster than the car. i didn't slow down and follow behind it because i am impatient. as i arrived home, i still had a smile on my face, which was about four hours old. i literally peeled the shirt off my body. then i peed. yes, in the toilet. i cleaned up. then i blogged (while listening to 80's music). what a fantastic night. i love ending my weeks like this.

now to bed i go. cheers . . ..