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Post-party exhaustion
Aug. 11th, 2002 06:22 amWell, that was interesting. I was in an odd mood tonight - not certain exactly why. All the same, I managed to get a fair amount of energy worked out on the dancefloor. Much stuff to move to and sing to. Occasional people wearing chains from the slave auction that was going on when I got there (fundraiser for the 48 Hour Party coming up soon). I think someone may have photographed me at some point, but I'm not certain - bright flash when my eyes were closed. I guess I'll get to find out if/when Phil gets around to updating his online photo archive. He hasn't had much spare time recently though, unfortunately. When he does, I can show off my Harlequin T-shirt, too.
Conversation topics were many and varied, including the frequency with which people need/get foot massages, fun leather toys and PVC clothing, responsible attitudes towards drug use, joining the police, sociolinguistics and human/computer interaction research and how I'm cute and sweet, but (putting it much more bluntly than the tactful person) too deep to get chicks :-)
As an aside at this point, someone suggested "Hey, why don't you ask that girl with the [flattering description withheld] - I think her name was [name withheld] - out?", which I find somewhat amusing. Though she and I are somewhat affectionate on a fairly regular basis and get on quite well as friends, the relationship just doesn't work that way. It would be complicated to explain, but there's some sort of unspoken thing there of people-who-hug-lots-and-get-on-well-as-friends-but-don't-expect-anything-more happening. At least, I'm fairly certain that's how it works, and I'd be highly surprised if I'd misinterpreted things that badly - besides, she's too much fnu when she gets a silly grin on her face thinking about the guy she likes a lot, but tries in vain not to admit to too much ;-)
The dancefloor called to me far too often. I lost my shirt about the time Ich bin ein Auslander came on, when I was just too melting-down to continue dancing enshirted. Playlist-tweaking bastards. Sorry to those who complain and want me to put it back on - I do try to limit me shirtless times where possible, though.
Just as I was getting ready to leave at some time after three in the morning, I was lured back again for Prodigy, The Shamen, Shriekback and Rammstein. There's something about mad British people and pretentious Germans that sort of rounds out a night. Of course, my voice will be probably be phonesexoperatorish for at least the next day as a result.
Cycling home was nice - a warm breeze of the kind you only seem to get in autumn or very late at night. It was the kind of weather that just makes you feel relaxed, and a very pleasant way to warm down after a long evening of abusing my body in the name of fun. The streets are interesting when you're only sharing them with taxi drivers, truckers and the occasional early shift worker.
Hmm. This track is cute, but I still prefer "Like a Deutschmachine", Unwoman's remix of And One and James Brown.
Anyway, I've thankfully forgotten half the things I was going to ramble madly to you about. It is past 6a.m., and well past time that good Morbids should be in bed (even the very good ones). I think I've warmed down enough now to stop myself from turning my musculature into one giant cramp when I wake up, and I've got to be up in six hours to go and watch the last of an anime series. Whee!
Conversation topics were many and varied, including the frequency with which people need/get foot massages, fun leather toys and PVC clothing, responsible attitudes towards drug use, joining the police, sociolinguistics and human/computer interaction research and how I'm cute and sweet, but (putting it much more bluntly than the tactful person) too deep to get chicks :-)
As an aside at this point, someone suggested "Hey, why don't you ask that girl with the [flattering description withheld] - I think her name was [name withheld] - out?", which I find somewhat amusing. Though she and I are somewhat affectionate on a fairly regular basis and get on quite well as friends, the relationship just doesn't work that way. It would be complicated to explain, but there's some sort of unspoken thing there of people-who-hug-lots-and-get-on-well-as-friends-but-don't-expect-anything-more happening. At least, I'm fairly certain that's how it works, and I'd be highly surprised if I'd misinterpreted things that badly - besides, she's too much fnu when she gets a silly grin on her face thinking about the guy she likes a lot, but tries in vain not to admit to too much ;-)
The dancefloor called to me far too often. I lost my shirt about the time Ich bin ein Auslander came on, when I was just too melting-down to continue dancing enshirted. Playlist-tweaking bastards. Sorry to those who complain and want me to put it back on - I do try to limit me shirtless times where possible, though.
Just as I was getting ready to leave at some time after three in the morning, I was lured back again for Prodigy, The Shamen, Shriekback and Rammstein. There's something about mad British people and pretentious Germans that sort of rounds out a night. Of course, my voice will be probably be phonesexoperatorish for at least the next day as a result.
Cycling home was nice - a warm breeze of the kind you only seem to get in autumn or very late at night. It was the kind of weather that just makes you feel relaxed, and a very pleasant way to warm down after a long evening of abusing my body in the name of fun. The streets are interesting when you're only sharing them with taxi drivers, truckers and the occasional early shift worker.
Hmm. This track is cute, but I still prefer "Like a Deutschmachine", Unwoman's remix of And One and James Brown.
Anyway, I've thankfully forgotten half the things I was going to ramble madly to you about. It is past 6a.m., and well past time that good Morbids should be in bed (even the very good ones). I think I've warmed down enough now to stop myself from turning my musculature into one giant cramp when I wake up, and I've got to be up in six hours to go and watch the last of an anime series. Whee!
