what if we didn't like to dance?
so after i left work last night, and feeling the need to be with 'my people' (as i call it -- read: gay men), i went to sonar. on saturday's 'inside' at sonar is a decidedly mixed crowd, but actually it was a special night (guest dj fred everything, from montreal). anyways, i got there quite early, and after keeping comfortable couches warm for about an hour, and nursing my panty removers (read: double gin and tonics), the place got a bit busier and i finally checked my jacket. anyways, the dj was fantastic and i never left the dance floor for about two hours -- it was defninitely a release.
i hardly go out to 'gay' bars, or even any bars for that matter -- i think i lived in a bar from the age of 18 to 25. me and my friend sara made a pact in university that we would stop going to clubs when we were 25. if i could flashback to that time, i wonder if i looked like the thirty year old guy, chasing the dream so to speak. oh well.
i never talk to anyone at the bar, very rarely participating in the olympic style games that can sometimes occur. i wonder sometimes, with all the posturing that occurs in situations like these, is anyone having a good time? maybe if i were with a set of gay friends/contemporaries, my night would have been different. maybe how i felt inside wouldn't show so much on my face or would change the aura that i gave off.
...i guess, all i can say, is that i'm glad that i love to dance.
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