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This morning I am sore all over and I have a headache from drinking too much gin on an empty stomach. I realized a couple drinks into the evening that I had somehow forgotten to eat all day and had to let my stomach stop flipping before I started dancing. But once I felt steady on my feet again, there were hours of glorious lights and music and spinning around the floor in my battered boots. It doesn't even matter that I'm a mediocre dancer or that I didn't know anyone there. There was only the music filling up my head.
I stayed dancing for another half hour past 2am, which gave all the downtown drunks time to get mostly out of the way before I got back to the car. The entire drive home all I could think about was buying a pack of french fries just to lick the salt off them. Despite drinking several cups of water, I think I sweated off about five pounds last night. I watched the goth kids strip off their coats and layers, until some of them were half naked.
A drunk boy hit on me, but he was graceless. The bathroom graffiti was more interesting than him.
So many of my favorite songs - the My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult song off the The Crow soundtrack, VNV Nation, Covenant, Rotersand, Grendel, my favorite Combichrist song, "Reich Mir Die Hand" from Blutengel, even the Faderhead song that's been my official celebratory song this week "A Fistful of Fuck You." So lovely. Each time I would laugh with glee and throw myself back into the dancing.
My fingers felt numb and my feet were screaming by the time I left. Despite being very sober by close, I feel hungover now. I've forced myself to have some almonds, though I am severely tempted to go get a diner breakfast.
Why did I wait so long to start doing this?
I stayed dancing for another half hour past 2am, which gave all the downtown drunks time to get mostly out of the way before I got back to the car. The entire drive home all I could think about was buying a pack of french fries just to lick the salt off them. Despite drinking several cups of water, I think I sweated off about five pounds last night. I watched the goth kids strip off their coats and layers, until some of them were half naked.
A drunk boy hit on me, but he was graceless. The bathroom graffiti was more interesting than him.
So many of my favorite songs - the My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult song off the The Crow soundtrack, VNV Nation, Covenant, Rotersand, Grendel, my favorite Combichrist song, "Reich Mir Die Hand" from Blutengel, even the Faderhead song that's been my official celebratory song this week "A Fistful of Fuck You." So lovely. Each time I would laugh with glee and throw myself back into the dancing.
My fingers felt numb and my feet were screaming by the time I left. Despite being very sober by close, I feel hungover now. I've forced myself to have some almonds, though I am severely tempted to go get a diner breakfast.
Why did I wait so long to start doing this?