pasithea | Shpongle

Wow! I followed through on a plan. :) Friday night I went to see Shpongle with Stacey, Julia, and Dorian. It seemed like the evening was going to turn into a disaster. Our washer decided it was going to stop draining and Stacey's pants were soaking wet so we had to figure out a different outfit for her at the very last minute. When we got to San Francisco, Dorian and Stacey both discovered they'd gotten there _without_ their ID and Julia had to drive them all the way back to San Jose. I stayed and went ahead and went to the club by myself, though I ran into friends of friends pretty quickly.

Chatted for a while, then sat up near the first-floor house DJ and sketched for a couple hours while waiting for my friends to return. There were at least 4 different areas in the club with different DJs. I really liked the sounds in the basement (dark techno stuff) better than the front room, but I wasn't sure my phone would work down there and I felt like I needed to hang onto it in case Stacey needed to call me.

Anyhow.. They returned a long time before anything really happened. Younger Brother and Shpongle didn't start playing until around 1AM. When they got back, we wandered around and did a little dancing in the various areas while waiting for the main event. I was taking it cautious because I didn't want to re-break my toe and I was particularly paranoid of having it stepped on.

Hung around, talked to some more people, drew some more. Ho hum. Stacey had found a good place to sit on the balcony that looked down onto the main floor. Once Younger Brother and Shpongle got going, we did go back down to the main floor and danced... and danced... and danced.... At some point, I decided, "Fuck it. If I hurt my foot again, I'll deal with the consequences." I realized that I've spent a lot of my life 'waiting' to do something because I couldn't do it right then because of X,Y, or Z. Having fun is about making due with what you have at the moment.

I'm glad I took the risk. I danced almost nonstop from about 1:30AM until 7AM (when they closed the club and kicked us out) I paused to drink water but I never really stopped dancing the entire time. It felt GOOD. Oh my god, it felt so fucking good. I haven't let myself go like that in a long time. I really need to dance more often. :)

Anyhow, after a month of sitting on my ass, it was GREAT, and I don't even feel particularly sore. (Though my body is funny that way. Heavy endurance stuff doesn't usually make me sore)

So anyhow. That's all that happened. I didn't even have any alcohol or anything. Strange experience for me lately to have an experience that was fun but not really interesting to write about.

Shpongle

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