New York
I've been away for a few days, beating the hell out of my feet, legs, hips, everything - on the concrete, a little on the dance floor, a little when I got back in... all of it was lovely, and I've got a heat pack on my lower back now, but slightly enjoying some of the soreness that I feel. Means I've been busy, and away from work, and focusing for awhile on other stuff.
Saturday night was our big night out. Walked around the city all day long, got back to the place around 8:00, scarfed some yummy Thai food, took a nap, got up, showered, and headed out the door around 11:30. Went to a giant dance club that had about - I dunno - 6 different DJs on different floors/rooms. It was hellza expensive, but I was with a friend that had never been to NYC in her life, so we figured we'd do it up.
We ended up mostly hanging where the music was non-wedding sounding (think I Will Survive, Disco Inferno) non-80's (Sweet Dreams, Tainted Love - c'mon, I was there once) non-thumping house music (I just don't find it particularly danceable) and ended up largely hanging out in the basement where it was beat and groove heavy reggae-hip-hop. Also very fucking hot and sweaty. But for a time we danced our asses off, and had lots of fun and funny dance partners, also some not so fun and funny wanna-be dance partners.
As soon as we walked into the room I was approached by a not-bad-looking, but extremely forward man of an indiscernable ethnic descent. He tried to immediately pull me onto the dance floor, I explained I needed a drink first, which would've been the perfect opportunity for him to become marginally less annoying, by buying me a drink, that is, but no. I told him honestly that my back wasn't feeling well enough to dance yet, he responds by starting to masssage my back, proclaiming several times that he is the one to fix it. He was way the hell too touchy. I squirmed to the side, said, "No, that's ok. We have to go find a friend upstairs."
Hopefully those moves worked out for him by the end of the night, but I doubt it. He was quite sincere in his attempts, and backed off appropriately, but Jesus Christ. The night continued with more drinking - though not too much, at $8 a beer - lots more grabbing and being felt up, which became less irritating with more beer - lots more dancing and people watching etc.
Took the subway home and watched a cute lil' rat that was scurrying around on the platform freak a bunch of people out. We made it to bed by around 4:00, not too shabby, and no hangover to speak of, just physically worked over with veerrry sore feet. After coffee took my friend to the Promenade to take a gander across the river at the Statue of Liberty and the hole in the sky where the World Trade Center used to be.
Made it home not too late, checked in w/ my family and the dog (she lives with my parents, but I am considered her mom), found out my niece had an emergency appendectomy while I was gone, and then spent a really lovely and wonderful evening at home...
I'm thinking a little of quitting my job, but not before finding something else, of course. Today at work I stayed quiet, and focused. It wasn't that easy, I had a bit of a fuzzed-out back from 3 days off fade-in going on. Right now I'm fading out, I can only hope that means I will manage actual sleep tonight...
Saturday night was our big night out. Walked around the city all day long, got back to the place around 8:00, scarfed some yummy Thai food, took a nap, got up, showered, and headed out the door around 11:30. Went to a giant dance club that had about - I dunno - 6 different DJs on different floors/rooms. It was hellza expensive, but I was with a friend that had never been to NYC in her life, so we figured we'd do it up.
We ended up mostly hanging where the music was non-wedding sounding (think I Will Survive, Disco Inferno) non-80's (Sweet Dreams, Tainted Love - c'mon, I was there once) non-thumping house music (I just don't find it particularly danceable) and ended up largely hanging out in the basement where it was beat and groove heavy reggae-hip-hop. Also very fucking hot and sweaty. But for a time we danced our asses off, and had lots of fun and funny dance partners, also some not so fun and funny wanna-be dance partners.
As soon as we walked into the room I was approached by a not-bad-looking, but extremely forward man of an indiscernable ethnic descent. He tried to immediately pull me onto the dance floor, I explained I needed a drink first, which would've been the perfect opportunity for him to become marginally less annoying, by buying me a drink, that is, but no. I told him honestly that my back wasn't feeling well enough to dance yet, he responds by starting to masssage my back, proclaiming several times that he is the one to fix it. He was way the hell too touchy. I squirmed to the side, said, "No, that's ok. We have to go find a friend upstairs."
Hopefully those moves worked out for him by the end of the night, but I doubt it. He was quite sincere in his attempts, and backed off appropriately, but Jesus Christ. The night continued with more drinking - though not too much, at $8 a beer - lots more grabbing and being felt up, which became less irritating with more beer - lots more dancing and people watching etc.
Took the subway home and watched a cute lil' rat that was scurrying around on the platform freak a bunch of people out. We made it to bed by around 4:00, not too shabby, and no hangover to speak of, just physically worked over with veerrry sore feet. After coffee took my friend to the Promenade to take a gander across the river at the Statue of Liberty and the hole in the sky where the World Trade Center used to be.
Made it home not too late, checked in w/ my family and the dog (she lives with my parents, but I am considered her mom), found out my niece had an emergency appendectomy while I was gone, and then spent a really lovely and wonderful evening at home...
I'm thinking a little of quitting my job, but not before finding something else, of course. Today at work I stayed quiet, and focused. It wasn't that easy, I had a bit of a fuzzed-out back from 3 days off fade-in going on. Right now I'm fading out, I can only hope that means I will manage actual sleep tonight...
posted by Black Egg at 11:35 PM
2 Comments:
GOOD, good, good.... so glad, you sound like you had a good time! double fucking exclamation point!! was wondering what was happpening... yes, yes, the sharks at the "clubs". nice to hear to some of them back off at the right time...
anyway, nice to read a post... thinking about moving on at work? could be a good thing what?
lets hear some more... i know how you feel about the long days, i'm dead right now but wanted to say hello.... hello.
Thank you for saying hello... my apologies for being so absent from the blog - life is keeping me away from the computer lots these days, that's not necessarily a bad thing. Yes, I'm still thinking of switching things up w/ my job - I find it very stressful, and have yet to come up w/ consistent coping skills for that. I dunno. Will def be writing more soon about everything...
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