So last night.

I had good intentions and a good plan.  I was going to go to dinner with Kurt, and then come home.  I was excited about my dinner, because I was going to get sushi.  Kurt, much to my surprise, had never had sushi before (he loves fish, and is everso hip).

Now.  Everybody who knows me knows what the hell happened.  I did NOT go straight home after dinner.  I was persuaded to Go Out.

Kurt and I always have lots of fun when we go out, because we drink at about the same speed, and have lots to talk about.  If you have ever walked in front of us in a bar, we HAVE critiqued your outfit and your behavior.  That's how it is.  We are just that way. (Although in our defense, if you sit in a bar with a generic bottle of Oil of Olay in front of you, smoking and applying the facial grease while you drink hand over fist, you deserve to be talked about. Yes. We saw that.)

Last night, we danced.  I haven't been dancing in years.  I have been to discos, but haven't danced much.  I don't know why, but I just haven't.

Turns out, dancing was totally social.  It sure got conversation going for me.  At least, you know... among my body parts:

knees:  Damnit, what ARE you doing?

Tim's Brain:  He appears to be dancing.

knees:  Are you trying to kill me?

TB:  Apparently, he thinks he can still do this.  He used to dance for hours on end.

knees:  We were in HIGH SCHOOL then, for God sakes!  that was almost fifteen years ago!  The DJ is playing something BESIDES Milli Vannilli.

TB:  He thinks he can handle it.  It's fun.

knees:  It's crazy.  And we hurt.  A lot. 

Self consciousness:  Tell you what.  I'm kinda with the knees here.  I look FOOLISH out here.  I've been able to veto this dancing stuff for a few years, what are we DOING?

TB:  You got overridden when we started taking Celexa, and we elected Self Esteem as the new leader.

Self Esteem:  Yeah! 

knees:  Might I remind everyone that we weighed about sixty pounds less when we did this before?

...

So I didn't dance long.  I had a good time, though, and saw some friends.  Good start to the weekend.

Uh, WHO persuaded WHO to go out draaankin' after dinner? --Doesn't matter. The sushi was good and I lotsa had fun. (And we danced? Where? The cocktails must've been REALLY good!)

Ok, that is too funny. I actually had that same conversation with myself about three weeks ago after I had danced until 2:30 in the morning. By the time I left the club I had to actually take my shoes off and walk to the car barefoot! But, I had an absolute blast and I'm going to go do it again this weekend. It's amazing how the memory of pain fades in light of future endeavors.

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