Today I’m recovering from five hours straight of dancing without the aid of stimulants stronger than caffeine.  I feel alright, just in need to get up and do it again.

Last night, I finally got to see Jacuzzi after some weeks.  She’s been working really hard as a waitress while working on her portfolio for design school.  So we took the opportunity to meet since she has a rare night off, and her boyfriend is one of the DJ’s.

Most of the crowd were kids I didn’t know, but there were a few of the old freaks there.  While we were dancing, Dana commented that for some reason, whenever she’s with me, weird guys start gravitating towards us.  I told her it’s because I’m still an oddly perky fat chick, but to be patient.  In a few months, it’ll be dirty old men.  She laughed.

Not all the guys hovering around were so weird though.  Some, I’d be tempted to actually talk to, if I was younger.

I was wearing the same jeans that I wore in the full body shots I took awhile back, but now they fit too loosely.  I kept having to pull my pants up, and the slippery leotard didn’t help.  Thank goodness I wore a waist sash.  Yes, I’m getting into the “old lady chic”.  Like I’ve said before, I don’t want to be MILF.  I want to be MISWY (marry if she was younger).  So I’m dressing sexy but smartly classic look with some bohemian flair.

The music was really good.  I was pleasantly surprised that the DJ’s, Jacuzzi’s boyfriend included, were actually manning the turntables instead of just playing a rotation of canned house.  I hate it when so-called DJ’s play pre-recorded rotations of standard 3-4 minute songs that all have that “plinky-pause” in them.  When that happens, you’re slowing down or stopping every darn 3 minutes.  It’s annoying, and impossible to get a good groove going that way.  Dance music in a club is for dancing, not just listening to while driving or something.  Pauses should be at least 10 minutes apart, if that.  I like a DJ who is actually present, and these guys were so much so, that they worked in shifts.  They’re harsh slave-drivers of themselves and their audience.  I likes. 🙂

They work every Saturday night now at the old Pasha’s building.  That place changes names so much, almost nobody remembers what it’s called except that for a longer time it used to be Pacho’s.  If you like minimalist house, this is the place to be.


My pronouns are whatever you're comfortable with as long as you speak to me with respect. I'm an Afruikan and Iswa refugee living in Canaan. That's African American expat in Israel in Normalian. I build websites, make art, and assist people in exercising their spirituality. I'm also the king of an ile, Baalat Teva, a group of African spirituality adherents here. Feel free to contact me if you are in need of my services or just want to chat.

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