August 3rd, 2004

duke-dance

Dancing Thursday

Thursday night, after having worked 12 hours the day before, I escaped from work at a much more reasonable hour. I met up with the Incredible Shrinking Librarian for dinner, s'mores, then dancing.

We went to Luna and had a really good time. While I am still sore and have to be careful, my dancing feels a lot more natural even so. I love to dance; it's nice to be able to do it "for real" again. My Favorite Barista met us there, and the three of us had a good time hanging out.

When not dancing, we sat in the corner near the entrance, glowed under a blacklight, and people-watched. At one point, a girl entered the bar. She was dressed in the standard Goth-Girl Uniform -- plaid miniskirt with funky belt, tight and skimpy black top, lots of bracelets on her wrists, and fishnet knee-highs. (Side note: the fishnet kneehighs are new to me. I had never seen or heard of such a thing before thursday! When did these become popular, and why? I don't really get them...they don't look attractive to me...but then fashions aren't meant to be understood.)

Spying some of her friends (also uniquely dressed in Goth-Girl Uniforms), she assumed a pretend "stalking" pose. Lifting her knees high and her arms held out, she pranced over to them. Then she hugged the both of them from behind. Then turned and jubilantly tried to hug back; there was a jumble of arms and legs and squeels as they stumbled around in their off-balanced triad.

My Favorite Barista turned to me and said, "I don't know why I didn't think to greet you guys that way!" I chuckled in amusement at the comment. Then I pictured it actually occurring, and I started laughing harder. It was just so unlike us! We are very casual and comfortable in our friendship, but we are rarely little-girl-effusive.

She clearly had the same ridiculous picture in her head. "You'd be all, what the fuck are you doing? Are you smoking pot again?"

"Yeah," I laughed. "Or have you tried something stronger?"