Oh heaven, rapture, and joy. There's nothing quite like a dance
high. The moment when you feel one with the music, you move to its dictates
and leave yourself behind. Last night in this moment I thought it felt
like prayer. Then I thought that making love is a closer analogy. Or maybe
in a perfect world they are the same? Moments like this are the reason
I dance. Transcendence.
And where do you go to experience trancendence? Death
Guild - it's a goth club in the city, right on Market Street, Monday
nights only. Great crowd - fun to watch and totally nonjudmental (but if
you want to be comfortable, wear all black). Blessed air circulation. Music
that makes you want to sway to the beat (they play a lot of requests, too).
It's really the first club I've ever been in where I know I'd feel perfectly
comfortable going by myself. On the night before New Year's, the club was
packed, the music was pounding, and everyone had a blast. Go to the site
to see the playlist for that night (or any other - I love that they post
playlists). We've got three new cds because of this club and will probably
Iím not sure that Iím the best person to review New Year as
a My Fair Lady event. Iíve seen the movie in its entirety once.
Now Fred, Iím totally up on my Fred, but My Fair Lady, well Kevin and
Karen were making quotes and I thought it was a ST:NG reference. Sigh.
We had a wonderful time. I debuted my yellow silk dress must work on
the sleeves, but beyond that a success. Karen looked sleek and tres period
in beaded black. Gina was pretty in pink.
We looked fabulous.
And we danced and danced and danced.
I polkaed to Auld Lang Syne, I had no idea that was possible.
Brassworks was dead on energetic fun. The acoustics at I-house were
At 12:30, we headed home for some champagne Ė donít drink and drive,
dink in the comfort of your own couch.
We went to bed around 3:00 am, so Iíd say the evening was a success.