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I keep constructing a journal entry in my head, than I can't quite type it out. Now I'm sort of forcing it. I also fear I'm getting sick, which is perhaps why I've been so excessively lazy today. Or maybe I just needed a chill day at home, since I did wash a big sinkful of dishes and cooked brunch.
The last time I did a Kings main show at Circuit, the managers neglected to hire a DJ for post-2am, so this time I was a bit more pro-active in avoiding a slightly awkward "not-my-problem-thanks-and-good-luck!" exit scene and e-mailed him a few days ahead of time to remind him. My pre-show set was great, if I do say so myself. I was enjoying it and people were dancing and I got several compliments after the fact. My intermission set felt wrong. Hard to put a finger on it, but it just seemed off. So I was determined to go out with a bang. The next DJ showed up way early at 11 pm, claiming that they told him he was DJing from 12 to 1 am. I was like, uh, no, I think you were supposed to SHOW UP between midnight and 1 am. So they breathed down my neck a little bit, but I managed to get a nice half hour set in after the extremely overlong costume contest, and then something novel happened.
I danced. I spent over an hour actually hanging out in the club. I was all spastic and had a short attention span. I'd dance with people for 30 seconds then float on to someone else for another 30 seconds. I'd sit down for a minute, stand for a minute, mingle for a minute. Occasionally I'd stop and actually have some conversations with substance, but for the most I floated. At one point I turned to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drinkasyoupour and said, "um, what do people do at clubs? I'm unfamiliar with this ritual since I'm always in headphones...." There was a funny moment with Holden when a song came on that made me think of Miss Rook, and I immediately wanted to dance with her. I looked aound and unintentionally said outloud, "ooh...where's my girl at?!?!" and Holden grabbed my arm and pointed over to Lowenstein. "Oh no, not her. My other one. I have several." Holden replied, "of course you do. I always forget. " [This was a joke -- Miss Rook and I are NOT lovers, lest someone misunderstand.] Some of the other high points was dancing in front of Goth!Sparky's intense gaze, alone and in tandem with others, including vimandvigor, though that was more of a forbidden dance. Also dancing with Lowenstein while 500 feet apart was pretty intense as well.
Tonight I'm DJing again, at Big Wig near Wicker Park (*cough* Ashland/Division/Milwaukee, 10 pm-2am *cough*). I'm excited, though a little worried about energy levels. I should possibly be napping, but can't quite fall asleep. I'm taking these wellness formula supplements to also ward off illness and I plan on buying at least five vitamin waters to sustain me.
I don't want to sound like a broken record, so in lieu of spending the rest of the entry gushing my beautiful partner, I'll just tell this story. Last night I was chatting it up with Earth Girls Are Easy (an old friend ofdommeyourass) about everything from dance music to hip hop clubs to strip clubs and lapdances, when suddenly at the end of some sentence she added out of nowhere, "I'm so glad [DYA] met you!" and I quickly responded, "me too!". Then she asked if I cooked. Why yes, I do. "Great! I'll come over for dinner with y'all one night."
The last time I did a Kings main show at Circuit, the managers neglected to hire a DJ for post-2am, so this time I was a bit more pro-active in avoiding a slightly awkward "not-my-problem-thanks-and-good-luck!" exit scene and e-mailed him a few days ahead of time to remind him. My pre-show set was great, if I do say so myself. I was enjoying it and people were dancing and I got several compliments after the fact. My intermission set felt wrong. Hard to put a finger on it, but it just seemed off. So I was determined to go out with a bang. The next DJ showed up way early at 11 pm, claiming that they told him he was DJing from 12 to 1 am. I was like, uh, no, I think you were supposed to SHOW UP between midnight and 1 am. So they breathed down my neck a little bit, but I managed to get a nice half hour set in after the extremely overlong costume contest, and then something novel happened.
I danced. I spent over an hour actually hanging out in the club. I was all spastic and had a short attention span. I'd dance with people for 30 seconds then float on to someone else for another 30 seconds. I'd sit down for a minute, stand for a minute, mingle for a minute. Occasionally I'd stop and actually have some conversations with substance, but for the most I floated. At one point I turned to
drinkasyoupour and said, "um, what do people do at clubs? I'm unfamiliar with this ritual since I'm always in headphones...." There was a funny moment with Holden when a song came on that made me think of Miss Rook, and I immediately wanted to dance with her. I looked aound and unintentionally said outloud, "ooh...where's my girl at?!?!" and Holden grabbed my arm and pointed over to Lowenstein. "Oh no, not her. My other one. I have several." Holden replied, "of course you do. I always forget. " [This was a joke -- Miss Rook and I are NOT lovers, lest someone misunderstand.] Some of the other high points was dancing in front of Goth!Sparky's intense gaze, alone and in tandem with others, including vimandvigor, though that was more of a forbidden dance. Also dancing with Lowenstein while 500 feet apart was pretty intense as well. Tonight I'm DJing again, at Big Wig near Wicker Park (*cough* Ashland/Division/Milwaukee, 10 pm-2am *cough*). I'm excited, though a little worried about energy levels. I should possibly be napping, but can't quite fall asleep. I'm taking these wellness formula supplements to also ward off illness and I plan on buying at least five vitamin waters to sustain me.
I don't want to sound like a broken record, so in lieu of spending the rest of the entry gushing my beautiful partner, I'll just tell this story. Last night I was chatting it up with Earth Girls Are Easy (an old friend of
dommeyourass) about everything from dance music to hip hop clubs to strip clubs and lapdances, when suddenly at the end of some sentence she added out of nowhere, "I'm so glad [DYA] met you!" and I quickly responded, "me too!". Then she asked if I cooked. Why yes, I do. "Great! I'll come over for dinner with y'all one night."
