questionable dance methods

So Isl and Jhn put a lot into hands and knees this time.. more so than ever before because they changed the location and the normal date.. barbary, saturday, not mroom, friday.. they got lasers, and doubled the sound system, hired shot girls.. and here's the kicker.. they hired gogo dancers. Gay ones. Gay boys as Isl puts it. Al I could do was sit here and laugh and shake my head. These are two of the least gay men I know, and I can only imagine them picking out gay men to dance all over the god damn Barbary. THE BARBARY. Where people are already questionable.. hahahahahaha. It's ridiculous! I love it! I was just lying down in bed, chuckling.. almost uncontrollably at the thought.. so much so that I had to type this. Hands and Knees really is one of my favorite memories of my 20s so far.. and it just keeps getting even better. I can't wait to see what they did with the place. And as a side note, I better have a god damned laser ring on my finger tomorrow night. Let's see if Isl comes through on that.. not holding my breath. I think the man is completely burnt out.. his sentences aren't even making much sense the past 2 days.. but as a future note to self, he says coconut water helps cure hangovers. MUST TRY THIS.

Also, I need a new dress. I think I said that last night.. Ash, Cara, and I are going to KOP to get something to wear. Not that I have any money, but since I literally woke up one day and decided I hated my entire wardrobe and gave 80% of it away to good will and people, I kinda need to start rebuilding the collection.

I hope Cara is as impressed with h&k as Ash and I keep making it out to be.. granted, Tigerbeats is similar.. bur without the lasers, shot girls, gay men gogo dancers, loudness, and debauchery.. so, I guess it's not really the same at all.

God, I love me. I love my life right now. I just wish I had more money. Breaking up with the ex so I didn't destroy his life, and could regain a sense of sanity, and moving away from Jersey may have been the two best decisions I've made in years.. I really do feel like I started a new chapter of my life.. and the best part is, I have no idea where the hell it's going.. how exciting, right?! Now.. I really should focus on getting rid of this cough that I've had since the end of June.. oh, and sleep. I should do that first. Like, now.

aye papi..

I don't know if there's much worse than finding photos of your ex strewn about your phone.. in this case, I was more angry about it all. I was mad that my phone was being slow as shit, and I blamed it on the 97 photos of him in my phone that I'd been too lazy and angry to confront and delete. So rather than going to sleep, I ONE BY ONE deleted each photo, snickering a bit at my thought process with each "tap" of the delete button. It felt good to free up some of that space for some much more worthy MUSIC. He never liked music. Who doesn't like music? Seriously, you only get a pass on that if you're deaf. Whatever. Lame.

I'm up still. Went to Night Train tonight at KFN with Ash and her.. whatever that dude is to her. Met Dave there, and as soon as he walked in, Ash peaced out, and it was me and Dave at the booth.. from that point on our booth was like a god damn revolving door of hot guys that my roommates should have stayed to hit on, but I digress. Dave and I got to catch up on a lot, which is cool because I never get to talk to him one on one anymore without worrying that one of us will offend someone with our very bold opinions.. he doesn't care, I kinda do. That's just Dave though.

Isl had walked in behind Ash, dude, and I, and literally almost ran me over to get in.. he looked like someone had just killed his puppy, and he was angry and sad. That's what happens when you have to do "the meetup" with your ex to get all of your shit back. It's never pleasant. At least his isn't throwing rocks at his window.. yet. Anyway, after he set up his stuff and simmered down a bit, he came and hung out with Dave and I.. and somehow like 35 other people flocked to the booth and we had people sitting on the table, behind the table, someone's hot girlfriend in my lap.. I think if I swung both ways this would have been like a dream come true.. but I digress, again. He seemed more at ease once he was surrounded by all of his friends and shit.. Actually, come to think of it.. who the hell was djing the whole time if all of them were sitting with us for like 15 minutes? Mysterious. Oh, and to go completely off the subject once more, I finally confirmed that it was indeed Cat Power that Greg Foreman was a part of. No shit. I shazamed one of their songs once. Hooray for shazam.. and boo to Gregg for not being in Cat Power anymore. I think that's a boo. I don't know. I'm probably wrong. Whatever he wants it to be, yay or boo. Pick one Greg. You don't even read this. Nevermind. I need sleep.

Anyway, it was a quiet night. I didn't get black out drunk this time which is really a step up from last Thursday night. Had a few beers and then Mr. Jaffe walked me the whole 2.5 blocks back home just before the night ended.. and I still can't sleep. Been coughing my brains out again.. I've had this cough since early July. I know there's something seriously wrong with me.. it just keeps coming back with a vengeance. I just hope I don't get anyone else in the house sick. I guess they would've been by now though then, right?

Work later today, blah. Money has sucked so hard there lately. I'm really sick of making shitty money. I hope I get this job bartending at the penthouse club. Not my most ideal place to make drinks, but whatever. It is what it is.Saturday, dress shopping with the ladies.. because I just woke up one day and hated my entire wardrobe, so I have no dress to wear. Well, I like some of the ones I have, but I've been wearing the hell out of them lately. I just want to live in dresses forever. I hate pants so much. I put them on today for like 3 minutes and said, hell no, this isn't happening and changed immediately. Anyway, I need something tight and sassy for h&k. After all, it's kind of a fashion show of sorts, and I'm actually on display this time.. sorta.. kinda.. yeah. Anyway, Isl better come through on saving those crazy laser rings for me and the ladies. I think it's only fair that I be allowed to shoot lasers out of my fingers while dancing. I can't imagine you'd disagree. Who are you anyway? And why do I suddenly smell stale cheese curls? Holy shit, I need to go to bed.