Thrills!!!

I am having trouble holding my head up today from dancing too enthusiastically last night at an alternative bar... THE HAunT. I honestly came so close to not going in the hope that i might take an early night to rise early and do some writing, and catch up with everyone back home. Once must do what is expected of them and so i went.

The Anxiety for the trip started early in the evening when Jessica Wertschel came down to the house dressed in a puffy dress with make-up galore, and high heels that gave her the appearance of a beverly hills superstar. Secretly, as i pulled my pants about my chest and took on the persona of an unstable epileptic, i felt that fancy sunglasses and colorful dresses would not fit in with the crowd at the haunt, whose sign had a scull and skeleton surrounded by a black back drop. 

My suspicions proved true, for when we got there, there were twenty-people dancing strangely, as if bathing under a waterfall. For me, as soon as i saw the place, i knew i would swallow every bit of self-respect and, knowing that i would never see these people again, began dancing like a maniac. Honestly, i lost myself so completely that i, myself, wondered what drugs i was on (none by the way). Eventually, after being elbowed by a large and awkward man in a black leather vest, i was asked by the bouncer "to tone it down, you are dancing dangerously". I was in pink pants! I was surrounded by a bunch of people dressed in black with teased hair and often managing to look like gothic pirates.

It was really for the best, because today, and even last night i could hardly lift my neck for pain.

While the girls who expected a club were disappointed, i was only exuberant at the opportunity to perform. I know it irritated the others, save Mary (the girl with exercise-induced asthma) who danced as emphatically as I did. Despite how embarassing it must have been, and how much i feel like my mother, it was like being in a David Sedaris Story. 

Dreams:

So as a result of my trip, where i expected that many of the people had a drug addiction, I had one of the most bizarre dreams. It went so, I was told to steal some baking soda in order to make crack-cocaine. I didn't even know that's how you made crack!! but i was at a music festival called grassroots that will take place in a couple of weeks and the announcer mentioned that Jon Haddow would be doing a dance number and suddenly Betty, Noah, Gert, Peter, and Janet jump onstage in skin-tone spandex whipping their hips side to side singing some odd distortion of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight".