You'll never see the end of the road when you're traveling with me
It's 1.) really late and 2.) raining outside and 3.) I've consumed three glasses of Sangiovese ... which is a lot for one little Scarylibrarian. When you are 5'2 (with heels on) and have the tolerance of an anorexic midget that's enough alcohol for either a really great revelation or drunken late night blogging. Mix in some acoustic Crowded House songs and voila! You are now fun personified.The dancing Gods were not on my side this weekend: The Black Assassin, Cuckoo, and I were going to Hot Pants, which is a lesbian (thespian?) 80's club but those plans were shot when my car refused to work. I wish I had discovered lesbian (thespian?) clubs earlier in my career as a dancing fool - those lesbians can PARTY. And, the greatest thing about the scene is that it's so non-threatening. It's nice to go dancing some place where you don't have to worry about boys grabbing yer ass, or looking at your boobs when you walk past them. Please, guys, I feel it's my civic duty to inform you that:
1. that move that you think is slick is not working. For example: the one where you just saunter up to a girl and start dancing with her without asking doesn't work. You know, the one where you post your self up against a wall and then wait for the opportune moment to sway both you and your bottle of beer through the crowd toward your target. You then wordlessly try to get into her comfort zone without asking her if it's cool it be there. Please just ask first. A simple, "Hey, is it okay if I dance with you?" will do.
2. that trying to make conversation is inane and useless. Don't ask for her life story while your dancing with her. It's too noisy and she doesn't want to tell you about how she hates her job or what she "does for fun." I use these opportunities to test my fiction abilities. Example:
Dancing boy with beer (DBWB): So, what do you do?
Scarylibrarian: I lay drywall.
DBWB: Oh really?
Scarylibrarian: Yup, but only when I can't find work as a mime.
Got three more rejection letters, but one was actually good! An assitant editor emailed me and actually mentioned the topic before rejecting it instead of just sending me a form letter. At least the quality of rejection is improving. Must remember that Stephen King was rejected 300 times before someone said yes. Must keep believing that this can really, really, happen.
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