"Fuck You, I'm Only Six Minutes Late."

so i hung out with Hansi last week. it was good times. i haven't talked to her for a really long time. we met at JR's to play catch up, which was nice...loud, but nice. then i'm not really sure what got into us but we felt like going out.

yeah yeah i know we were already out, but you know, we wanted..."OUT".

we headed down to Trax (formerly DREAM, formerly Trax 2000) i ran into my old friend shanti working the door. we exchanged emails and a quick smooch through the bullet-proof glass. it was cool seeing her even though it was a short and sweet reunion. but once we got in, um... the music was BAD. beyond bad. it was "circuit" bad. yeah, there were go-go dancers actually on platforms twirling around flourescent flags...uh, that's so 10 years ago (and it wasn't cool back then either). they moved some stuff around there since i'd been there last (about 3 years ago?). they have this great hallway connecting the two rooms with this big long bench that changes colors...long story short, it's a great place to park it and judge people. and let me tall ya', we had no shortage of material. there were so many drunk wasted 'mo's it was rediculous. and who died and went to heaven?...me! (like i said, good times!)

we hung out in the "80's" room for a while and attempted to flirt with people just to toy with their emotions. all that got us was a really akward conversation with a drag queen who kept telling me to tell people i got my hat in berlin and not at Target. (whatever) it all ended when she/he slammed me up against the wall and said "you remind me of my brother"...

...um, no.

the best part though was when the dj played Thriller (yes, that Thriller) and everybody in the room started freak dancing. um, now i'm not normaly one to dis the occasional "freak dance", but Thriller?! really?? Vincent Price's spooky rap doesn't really light a spark in my loins, let alone get me goin' enough to grab the person next to me and grind our crotches together for six minutes. ugh. that was enough, we headed back into the main room and i was stopped dead in my tracks (literally, no lie. back me up on this hansi.) by the, no...THE most beautiful person ever. and the question about the object of my affection was tossed around. (and if you know me really well, you know what that question is!) obviously we had to stick around and dance a bit. (the music was better by then) we just couldn't figure out what was going on with my object's click. the whole "are they, aren't they" vibe was falling off them like confetti. ah, well the world may never know. maybe we should just be happy knowing how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie-roll tootsie-pop. :sigh: