I want to defy // The logic of all sex laws
So I presented myself with two distinct choices for my Thursday:
1. Sit down, pour a beverage, sharpen the pencils, open the books and catch up on all the reading that had fallen victim to my recent/usual bout of procrastination, or
2. Pick up my board and surf around the net for Beck tickets for a special 'sold out 10 minutes before tickets went on sale' show in the D.
So after I won the tix on ebay and got em in the mail I had to somehow put together an excuse for cutting out of my Thursday night class early. Of course, in the true spirit of the week I procrastinated on this as well, opting instead for getting the next homework assignment from an anon classmate and mumbling to the teacher "airport.....Grandma...." as I slithered away. Scooped up Isaacs and we blew through the raindrops into the big city. It was a very good show. Like a Greatest Hits spectacular or something. We swore that they paid the guy in the brown flight suit to just dance like a madcat on stage all the while. And he played an acoustic 'Do You Realize??'! And the band brought in a table and had tea on stage during his acoustic medley, adding unbelievable percussion to the last song. Honestly I'm not much into the 'Top 5 ___ ever" stuff anymore, but is there a better solo artist ever than Beck that doesn't have the word 'Dylan', 'Elvis', 'Sinatra' or (technically) 'Hendrix' in their name? The answer my friend is no.
& just when you thought I might again catch up on that homework (+the new chapter that I got just before "airport....Grandma..." Thur.) I was asked to join Higgins, his g/f Misty, his parents and Shannon (his sister...my God not that Shannon) for the wedding reception of a pair of their old chums. Even with the possible "uncomfortable, I'm-only-here-to-make-for-even-boy/girl-ratio" outcome, it was a complete blast. I couldn't decide if Higgins' suit made him look like a sleuth or Al Capone, I got all dolled up and we got to basically get drunk and dance like a couple of assholes (Higgs and I that is). Higgins' Ma took me under her wing in teaching me the steps to the Polka, which was made more difficult because I actually had dress shoes on that I could probably wear as basketball shoes as far as how frictious (made up word) they were. But I did get to borrow Higgy's size 12's if only for a "Dance-off" between myself and the younger girl in the red dress that was basically Baryshnikov with a dash of Madonna (thus hitting my quota for 'Madonna' drops for the calendar year 2005). My one minute freak out during ACDC 'All Night Long' was enough to crown me the champ. I took pictures, some of them came out a little more surreal than was originally planned (still trying to figure out all the bells + whistles):
1. Sit down, pour a beverage, sharpen the pencils, open the books and catch up on all the reading that had fallen victim to my recent/usual bout of procrastination, or
2. Pick up my board and surf around the net for Beck tickets for a special 'sold out 10 minutes before tickets went on sale' show in the D.
So after I won the tix on ebay and got em in the mail I had to somehow put together an excuse for cutting out of my Thursday night class early. Of course, in the true spirit of the week I procrastinated on this as well, opting instead for getting the next homework assignment from an anon classmate and mumbling to the teacher "airport.....Grandma...." as I slithered away. Scooped up Isaacs and we blew through the raindrops into the big city. It was a very good show. Like a Greatest Hits spectacular or something. We swore that they paid the guy in the brown flight suit to just dance like a madcat on stage all the while. And he played an acoustic 'Do You Realize??'! And the band brought in a table and had tea on stage during his acoustic medley, adding unbelievable percussion to the last song. Honestly I'm not much into the 'Top 5 ___ ever" stuff anymore, but is there a better solo artist ever than Beck that doesn't have the word 'Dylan', 'Elvis', 'Sinatra' or (technically) 'Hendrix' in their name? The answer my friend is no.
& just when you thought I might again catch up on that homework (+the new chapter that I got just before "airport....Grandma..." Thur.) I was asked to join Higgins, his g/f Misty, his parents and Shannon (his sister...my God not that Shannon) for the wedding reception of a pair of their old chums. Even with the possible "uncomfortable, I'm-only-here-to-make-for-even-boy/girl-ratio" outcome, it was a complete blast. I couldn't decide if Higgins' suit made him look like a sleuth or Al Capone, I got all dolled up and we got to basically get drunk and dance like a couple of assholes (Higgs and I that is). Higgins' Ma took me under her wing in teaching me the steps to the Polka, which was made more difficult because I actually had dress shoes on that I could probably wear as basketball shoes as far as how frictious (made up word) they were. But I did get to borrow Higgy's size 12's if only for a "Dance-off" between myself and the younger girl in the red dress that was basically Baryshnikov with a dash of Madonna (thus hitting my quota for 'Madonna' drops for the calendar year 2005). My one minute freak out during ACDC 'All Night Long' was enough to crown me the champ. I took pictures, some of them came out a little more surreal than was originally planned (still trying to figure out all the bells + whistles):
Obligatory prom-style group shot in Higgo's backyard
Obligatory drunken chicken dance impression with ambient camera effects.
my favourite couple of all time.
Seriously I am all about dancing now for real. It is moving up my top 10 all-time fun boy/girl activities list like a rocketship. And on that 'Ink is not yet dry before I say something hypocritical' statement, good night.
posted by Healthy Obsession at 1:57 AM
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Be sure to thank your friend's mother for teaching you how to polka. It is a life skill...
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