|Entropy. It's what's for dinner.
||[Oct. 26th, 2004|11:31 pm]
Over the weekend I went for a run for the first time in probably a month. It was only four miles or so, but it was really great. Running makes me feel so much healthier and prettier and on top of things. Why don't I do it more often?
Thursday, J-J and I went dancing at Neo with a couple of his friends. We'd been there before, but this was pretty much the first time I'd been out on a weeknight since starting my job. (I don't know why I don't do that more often, either. You don't get to sleep in the next day -- big deal. You probably sleep better in the five hours you do get.) It was so. great. We danced for hours. Then we were going to leave, but Bowie came on and I had to stay and dance, and then Roxy Music came on and he had to stay and dance.
I don't know why it should be so unusual that a club plays music that people actually want to listen to for listening's own sake and dance to for dancing's own sake. Then the people who go are actually interested in dancing, and not just in, as J-J puts it, the meat market. (Don't get me wrong -- I like that part too, but it's no fun when you have no energy for it because all your energy is being consumed by trying to act like you want to be there.) I guess that's what always sucked about Harris, and why the Electro-Melodica one-off was so much fun.
To my credit or against it, I have never once gone to a Harris party for the potential hookups, and that includes before I was engaged and before we decided that I should be stricktly monogomous at college.
I always went to remenisce to myself about the fun, fun times I had in high school when we would get our Mormon friends' bishops to write us "guest" cards and go to those dances. Every weekend, just like Harris parties. Held in empty gymnasiums with wooden floors and a bit of a stage area, just like Harris parties.
The difference, of course, is that at the Mormon dances, the music would be predominantly 80s and extremely lovable yet fairly innocent (no swearing or sex or crime!!!) music, and Harris parties feature whatever the current DJ wants to play -- which is often pop hip hop.
But I go for the small group of friends, and I go for the movement ability, and I go for the (beer-)polished hardwood floors and the space which lends to my ability to go careening off in any direction I choose.
And I highly agree with you about playing music that is for dancing too -- I loooooved Electromelodica as well, and I also enjoyed my own small venture wherein I borrowed Gates lounge and played music that makes me move.
I hope you can find the same, because that is what club-dancing to good music is all about.
I think once I went to Harris with a *thought* I might have a hookup, after a big breakup, but I didn't really truly want one, I guess, so it didn't happen. (I'm confident enough that if I truly wanted a hookup, I could get one.)
All the other times it was for the costume parties and the dancing with friends! (Boogy-ing down, if you will.)
Oh...I didn't mean to imply that the only reason anyone ever goes to Harris is to hook up. That's not true of a lot of people. I just never liked it there much, myself.
Oh! I didn't mean to sound like you did! I was actually trying to validate your experiences at NEO by relating my own.
Well, my end statement is
Dancing is fun.
San Dimas High Football rah.
I never went for hookups, either. Not because I heroically resisted temptation (I'm actually pretty bad at that) but because the idea just didn't appeal. The fact that huge numbers of people all in one place make me nervous probably didn't help, either :).
BTW, if I can ask, are you from Utah? (Just curious - we're moving to Salt Lake City from Chicago in a few months and am wondering how different it's really going to be. Also getting sick of the "One wife wasn't enough?" jokes).
Nope, I was (at the time) living in San Diego county in Southern California.
Currently, I live in Portland, OR.
All I know about Utah is that they have really weird address systems (from working at a subscription company where we mailed a lot of Creating Keepsakes magazines to mothers out there) and that Salt Lake City has the worst Left Turn policy I've ever seen (there is no left turn lanes, nor any left-turn-only lights/signals -- basically, the yellow light is the time to turn left).
My best clubbing experience was at a Goth club. At Goth clubs, people only dance for dancing's sake, and they dance alone, which is awesome. It's so much more fun than any club where people go for the "meat market"!
Oh man, and if you could dance for dancing's sake AND get laid all in one go...oh man, what a perfect club that would be.
That said, Excalibur scares the shit out of me...and I've never even been there!
Is that a goth club in Chicago? I went to one in Madison called the Inferno--I think the goths are nicer there.
Excalibur is not a goth club; it is a meat-market type place. I'm insanely curious, yet also kinda afraid of it.
Neo, on the other hand, is a goth club, and it has great music.
It's funny. Ever since graduation I feel like I've outgrown the meat market. All my friends here are still all for it, though.
Maybe it's just burnout. All I want to do is drink, smoke, and be socially engaging. Whether I go home alone is irrelevant now.