Dance like nobody's watching

Exactly what I did tonight, for about four hours.

Between 7pm and 9:30pm I took a nap. I was tired and stressed, and I knew I needed it.

At 10pm, I left to go meet Janik, karine's cousin, whom I've mentioned here before. You remember: überhot babelet who's into swordfighting. That's pigeonholing her a little bit (she's also an activist, a student, a feminist, etc.), but what can you do? This is a LiveJournal, not a personality analysis.

Met up with her at the Drugstore, but we ended up not staying very long. About ten minutes, in fact. We hopped in the car (I had amazing parking kharma today), went up St. Laurent and attended the Meow Mix. From what I gathered, it's a cabaret show followed by dancing. It takes place roughly every two months or so. The next one is on December 6th. I wonder if they'll take a minute of silence for the women at Polytechnique... We came in at the tail end of the cabaret, which was as confusing as it was, erm, libidinous. Lots of lipsynch, makeup, drag, and what have you.

The dancing was a lot less confusing. ;) I was rather amused at the very start, because of a nifty coincidence. Earlier today I got the very random notion that I wanted to listen to Coolio's Gangsta's Paradise, which I hadn't done in about, oh, eight years. It was also the first song played tonight. Good times.

Janik introduced me to a friend, who in turn introduced me to a bunch of other friends. Everyone very, very nice.

Lots of costumes, since it's All Saints Day, meaning, in Montreal, the day after Hallowe'en. Thus people felt it was still justifiable to wear costumes. All good. A number of men in drag, but that's par for the course, I'm sure. Two of them, who appeared to be boyfriends but I could be wrong, were dressed in the smallest, tightest, sparkliest, spangliest gold outfits I have ever seen. One was wearing a thong, and I know this because his "dress" only partially covered his bum, and didn't cover it at all when he moved. His partner was wearing a gold sparkly leotard-type of thing, which, thank goodness, did seem to have a crotch to it, unlike the first. By the end the two of them were dry-humping on the floor, sitting face to face. That was a little too much manly bits for my taste (I assume it's difficult for any man to hide arousal if he's only got a thong to protect his modesty), but I simply removed myself to another corner. Live and let live, as they say.

We danced. We danced a lot. From about 11:30 to nearly 3:30. It was lots of fun. I met a woman named Shannon. She's tall and slim and has short red hair and funky little eyeglasses, and she dances well and enthusiastically. We couldn't talk much, because the music was too loud, but I got her email address from her before she left. I'm excited. I'm going to try to talk Janik into organising a small group of people to go out and dance and what have you, maybe at a new dancing place. Well, new for me, anyway. I've only ever been to the Drugstore, and to be honest it's not all that exciting there. The girls all look the same, for one, which is disappointing. Not that they aren't attractive, but they all kind of have the same hair (either really short or in a ponytail) and they all dress more or less alike. The people at the Meow Mix were a much more varied (and younger) bunch.

On a random note, I met Sinead there. I met her at McGill the first time, and I rather liked her, although I didn't see her very much. We had the most fascinating discussion about French literature and philosophy, and another conversation about the attention span of goldfish. She's doing a Ph.D. in science, in cancer research. She's freaking brilliant.

I drove a few people home, and got home at about 4:10. I'm starving, I'm tired, and I'm really, really wired. I don't think I'll be able to sleep, but I haven't done my food shopping yet so I don't really have anything that I can eat. I'm in a pickle. Not a very serious one, I grant you.

The night was a success. After all, I got the modern equivalent of a phone number. :)

Dance like nobody's watching

Exactly what I did tonight, for about four hours.

Between 7pm and 9:30pm I took a nap. I was tired and stressed, and I knew I needed it.

At 10pm, I left to go meet Janik, karine's cousin, whom I've mentioned here before. You remember: überhot babelet who's into swordfighting. That's pigeonholing her a little bit (she's also an activist, a student, a feminist, etc.), but what can you do? This is a LiveJournal, not a personality analysis.

Met up with her at the Drugstore, but we ended up not staying very long. About ten minutes, in fact. We hopped in the car (I had amazing parking kharma today), went up St. Laurent and attended the Meow Mix. From what I gathered, it's a cabaret show followed by dancing. It takes place roughly every two months or so. The next one is on December 6th. I wonder if they'll take a minute of silence for the women at Polytechnique... We came in at the tail end of the cabaret, which was as confusing as it was, erm, libidinous. Lots of lipsynch, makeup, drag, and what have you.

The dancing was a lot less confusing. ;) I was rather amused at the very start, because of a nifty coincidence. Earlier today I got the very random notion that I wanted to listen to Coolio's Gangsta's Paradise, which I hadn't done in about, oh, eight years. It was also the first song played tonight. Good times.

Janik introduced me to a friend, who in turn introduced me to a bunch of other friends. Everyone very, very nice.

Lots of costumes, since it's All Saints Day, meaning, in Montreal, the day after Hallowe'en. Thus people felt it was still justifiable to wear costumes. All good. A number of men in drag, but that's par for the course, I'm sure. Two of them, who appeared to be boyfriends but I could be wrong, were dressed in the smallest, tightest, sparkliest, spangliest gold outfits I have ever seen. One was wearing a thong, and I know this because his "dress" only partially covered his bum, and didn't cover it at all when he moved. His partner was wearing a gold sparkly leotard-type of thing, which, thank goodness, did seem to have a crotch to it, unlike the first. By the end the two of them were dry-humping on the floor, sitting face to face. That was a little too much manly bits for my taste (I assume it's difficult for any man to hide arousal if he's only got a thong to protect his modesty), but I simply removed myself to another corner. Live and let live, as they say.

We danced. We danced a lot. From about 11:30 to nearly 3:30. It was lots of fun. I met a woman named Shannon. She's tall and slim and has short red hair and funky little eyeglasses, and she dances well and enthusiastically. We couldn't talk much, because the music was too loud, but I got her email address from her before she left. I'm excited. I'm going to try to talk Janik into organising a small group of people to go out and dance and what have you, maybe at a new dancing place. Well, new for me, anyway. I've only ever been to the Drugstore, and to be honest it's not all that exciting there. The girls all look the same, for one, which is disappointing. Not that they aren't attractive, but they all kind of have the same hair (either really short or in a ponytail) and they all dress more or less alike. The people at the Meow Mix were a much more varied (and younger) bunch.

On a random note, I met Sinead there. I met her at McGill the first time, and I rather liked her, although I didn't see her very much. We had the most fascinating discussion about French literature and philosophy, and another conversation about the attention span of goldfish. She's doing a Ph.D. in science, in cancer research. She's freaking brilliant.

I drove a few people home, and got home at about 4:10. I'm starving, I'm tired, and I'm really, really wired. I don't think I'll be able to sleep, but I haven't done my food shopping yet so I don't really have anything that I can eat. I'm in a pickle. Not a very serious one, I grant you.

The night was a success. After all, I got the modern equivalent of a phone number. :)