thedarksiren2 | Dec. 29th, 2002

bindrune picked me up about a quarter to ten, and we went over to the convenient store so that I could get a little bit of money for the night (and likely, the week). I bought a couple of Slim Jims and gave my comrade her first beef-jerky experience. She seemed to like it, surprised by the salty taste. Thank goodness for Gatorade.

Next we picked up Big Daddy, and a woman sang his song on

bindrune's stereo - kind of funny, hearing a woman repeat, "Come to daddy!" over and over again.

Last but not least we rode to

djdillydally and PJ's place. I got lost in a pile of bodies posing as a tree while

bindrune fiddled with a kitty's jingly-ball and Big Daddy contemplated calling his band's new album, "Lesbian Liaison," or something to that effect.

We got to the Grid a little after eleven. It was already packed, but we weaved through the place, exploring every crevice and watching all the bodies move like waves across each room.

There were bodies covered in sweat, cowboys glistening as they smacked their steed on the ass, and contortionists gyrating on monkey bars while the planets spun in perfect harmony. The world was filled with images of computerized penguins in top hats with canes, and flickers of fellatio by the pool. I couldn't tell whether Big Daddy was more in awe or simply horrified.

Had a small confrontation with a queen - She didn't know I was a diva though, and after a while I think my and

djdillydally's laughter and taunts were enough to get him to go away.

Divas always get further than queens, you know.

Dancing was good, if not a bit winded. I hadn't realized what a difference a few months had made. I just don't go out dancing like I used to, so I didn't last as long as I wanted to before my legs got tired. It was rather frustrating, but at least there was plenty of eye-candy to gaze upon.

The Dj was all but atrocious, however. The music was fun and good (some silly pop remake of "Boys of Summer" made me all giddy-goofy!) but the mixing was awful! I watched a couple dancing, and got lost in their motion. They were like fluid together, twirling and coming close to one another. Their skin fit so well together, and for a moment I remembered a night at a rave many years ago - I think we kissed for four hours straight. It was amazing, and I felt so alive in his arms that night. I had a scrape-like mark from his stubble on my face the next day, and told everyone I had fallen down to get it. It was just too silly for me to have that kind of mark from kissing for hours. It made me smile to myself though, remembering the good times like that. It's nice to know I am not so lost in the bad as I used to be.

As we were leaving,

digitylgoddess and

angellafurious appeared, and although it was rather sad because they had only been there a few minutes, we were all headed for breakfast. They agreed to come along though, so we went on our way.

The first place we went was closed, and as we walked back to the car my platforms slid on black ice. Luckily,

djdillydally and PJ came to my rescue - lo and behold! I was ice-skating, despite the fact that I didn't get to a rink this weekend! YAY!!!

They were my heroes this evening.

Wound up at Dianna's in Lakewood, and saw a myriad of people - Jerry, Mike,

creep,

theswede,

fractalmind,

bagelhead, and his very polite brother Eric. It's always nice to know that courtesy can run in a family. I also met the lovely Leo. A shy young lady, but sweet and friendly no less.

Breakfast turned blurry as I realized how tired I was. People talked about james Bond movies and serial killers. I got lost in the transvestites sitting at the end of our table (I told them they could have the seats so they could stay with their friends). Two of them were really rather striking, although that sorta ended when the one, surely drunk, used a fork in her hair, exclaiming she was "like the Little Mermaid! It'll make my hair grow stronger!"

Eventually,

nimort, the invisible one, joined us. He was very kind to the lot of us, an paid our bill out of the kindness of his heart.

Rode past Moda on the way home, only to find myself rather relieved that we didn't go there. W 25th was loaded with jock-types in blue jeans and Indians caps on. Maybe someday, like I said with a large group. Tonight would not have been so easy though.

Now, my back is sore, and i am sleepy. I am going to go crawl into my new flannel sheets *bounce!*, cuddle with my pillows and dream of arms twirling me to flashing lights and disco music.