clubbin'

i got so bored tonight - and i've really wanted to do this oh, i don't know, every weekend - that i went out to neo, without my sister. (*gasp*) such a thing has never occured before, since i rely on her for rides to and from said industrial club. but maaaan, is she a killjoy.

me: hey kim.. could i possibly persuade you to go dancing this weekend?
her: are you fuckin' nuts?

i wish i were kidding. (<3 you kim)

so i went by my lonesome. no rapage or murdering or roofies to report, thankfully, which is what has kept me from going alone. all the regulars are actually really nice. it's the skeezy ones that hang out on the edge of the dance floor and leer, getting steadily drunker, that you have to be aware of. if you're gonna be that close to the action, take off the fuckin' trenchcoat, put out the cig and DANCE, motherfucker!

i got some eye candy in too. there's an interesting specimen i've seen before that was introduced to me personally tonight. unfortunately he shares a name with an ex of mine. not cool, but he seems pleasantly nuts, so i can forgive him. paulie (pauly? pauli?), a neo employee, introduced himself to me for roughly the 5th time since i first saw him. apparently, even though i'm told he's hot for me, he can never remember who i am. *shrug*

and then, things got weird. a few halloweens ago i went out with kim to neo, where on the dance floor, i spied someone who looked exactly like a guy i was having a tough time getting over. spitting image, down to the height and the glasses. and holy fuckshit, could he dance! i couldn't stop staring at him, for both reasons. well, guess who shows up, late into the night. looked like this wasn't his first stop on the dancing/drinking tour. i didn't recognize him at first, cuz he'd done some crazy shit with his hair, growing it long on one side, reminding me of the guy from information society. he jabbered to some friends that were sitting by where i'd parked my winded carcass, then danced to one song, then.. left. whee. i gotta catch up with him sometime.. if only to watch him dance.

my ears are smarting from the sound of typing, so i must go collapse now.