Sometimes, it hurts so good.

I am sore. But in that neat way you get sore after one hell of a good night out.

Dance. Drink. Dance night. Turned down a chance for a midnight showing of Clash of The Titans with Liz et al., and chose to have Dave drive to Underground.

En route, we sang really loudly to Styx, kvetched about work, discussed family, were nearly sideswiped by an SUV, and thought up scenarios in which road rage revenge would be completely defensable.

We got there ass early to a pretty empty club. But that meant that THE BAR was empty, and Johnny was more than accomadating. Stiff drinks, and "freebies" reigned tonight. Yummers.

Dia joined us in a drink, and announced to me (after inquiring where her man was) that she is now single, as of two weeks ago. God help us men folks, and God help her patience. Cuz, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn, there's been a line.

Anyrate, we sat out and talked to Larry for a while before his set. He asked "what do you want me to play?" I asked for him to make me dance. He complied beautifully.

A great barrage of songs that I haven't heard in a long while, and are very much fun. I was drinking, and smiling, and dancing my ass off (see, it's almost gone), and then I had some words with this girl that I'm sweet on (no, really? And why are we whining all the time, you silly gnit?) and was made more confused, but much dancing, and giggling, and me smiling like an idiot.

And then I kinda laid it on the table, and decided that it's really not me, it's her, and that I'm going to leave the door open, but hey, I'll be happy to be a friend, and NOT hold my breath. Because, my son, there are many fishes in the sea, and it's just a matter of hooking the really large LARGE Marlin (thank you Hemingway...).

And so I danced.

Found Edgar! (sickmodboy), and told him of plans to hit VEGAS! for mad fun birthdays of Dave and myself. Found Michael! (europopkid), and pointed out the girl who makes me (currently) stupid, and found out that he will be in VEGAS! at the same time we will! Found out that VEGAS! is going to be a big party for a good two weeks with far too many people that I know. Oh yes.

And then I danced some more.

Me and Asian Mike decided that we wanted--nay, NEEDED--to hear some good old fashioned Bis, and put in a request to Dia, who, fortunately had her copy of Social Dancing with her. Which meant--EURODISCO. I told her that if she busted that out, I would dance, dance, dance my ass all over the floor in front of the DJ booth.

And then I danced like a (much reserved) maniac in front of the DJ booth with Asian Mike and Edgar looking on. Ah, good, good times.

Oh! The girl that Alex had that thing with that one night was there, and Dave understood why Alexander had chosen to follow the Humpty school of thought: "If you see something ya like, just grab it in the biscuits!"

*ahem*

Had a drive by visitation from other Alex (orsnsndrs), and I'm glad to see that he's doing okay. Someone give this boy a job though. Really. Because he's bright, a good guy, and dammit, deserves to be able to work. And the black man says so. So let it be written. So let it be done.

But danced, and danced, and danced, and my shin splints hurt, and my neck hurts, and my side hurts, and I'm thirstier than I've been in a while, and I have a goatee/van dyke thing again, and no one looked at me funny for that (I think it was the shorts/bowling shoes combination), and I'm happy. For a moment, I'm light, and happy, and content, and I understand.... No confusion, and drama free zone.

We drove back home yelling because we couldn't hear (and the blasting music didn't help much), and trying to sing along with Come Sail Away, and failing miserably because we were all yelled out from singing along loudly at the club. (I swear, there are people who hate me now for singing along with Electricity at obnoxious volumes. Screw them! :-D).

I put the key in the door, and opened up to an uncharacteristically dark house. but I could see with a light from inside somewhere.

And damn if that didn't feel good.