Friday Night,and the Feeling is... Abstract?

Or maybe hanging out with a majority of 20-somethings was just kind of weird, since I've been used to my own age group, and the geezers. Oh yeah, and some little tykes even though I avoid them like the plague if I can help it. Somehow, the little tykes manage to find me, and stare at me in the most uncomfortable way. Yes, I'm paranoid. Yes, they're out to get me. Yes. They got me - them people, not the tykes.

I was a little apprehensive of going to this party, mainly because of two reasons: 1) I don't really like dub step electronica, and 2) it's in a seedy part of town, but the immediate area is like hipsterville, neither of which make the area sound appealing.

Boy was I wrong. All 5 of you better save this page ASAP, I just might decide to erase it later, then fabricate my opinion retroactively to avoid admitting a mistake. Just kidding. Sure. Dance parties in NYC are all indoor affairs, so it's really about where the space is, right? I mean, it's not like we're dancing in the streets.

So, how much did I dance, you ask? Dub step. Some Electro. Your's truly did no dancing whatsoever.

I did, however, break out Iiptsos. I spotted a couple of guys at the non-bar, talking and smoking cigarettes, which I treated as my cue for the smoking area. Iiptsos is small enough to take on the road. I tried to get everything rolling smoothly, but Iiptsos was being a right bastard, and clogged up on me. So I had to fiddle with him a bit (not like that your perverts!), while at the party.I managed to clear one of the chambers that had frozen, re-assembled him, and loaded up with the shish and a red-hot coal.

Then Iiptsos showed off his mighty power. No, damnit, it didn't get me to shut up permanently. It did, however, draw the most exquisite woman I've seen in quite some time, and she joined in a circle of folks that didn't seem to have a beginning or end, at least, until we ran out of shish (tobacco for the hookah).

Of course, since these folks are all in their mid-twenties, I feel vaguely perverted for finding her attractive. Not to worry though, she wasn't interested in me like that - there was someone else in the circle that had her eye. I begrudge nothing here, though it does suck when the most beautiful woman at a party approaches, engages you in some really dope conversation, then banks left. Just sayin'.

We did, however, have like a two hour rolling and varying conversation over that hookah (if not longer), as people came in to take a toke (mango-melon-sweetpipe flavor), and at least temporarily participate in the ongoing discussion. We had a lot of common ground to shoot the breeze with (which, after the Dub started, was the best thing for me to do, since I can't dance to Dub, and I didn't want to join in drinking Budweiser, I'm a snob like that). I didn't even flirt, chaste convict that I am. Okay, that part is a lie. I lack confidence. You may all laugh at me now. I wasn't controlling this scene, Iiptsos was.

And when Iiptsos no longer had hot coals or shish, he made his feelings known. Off the woman went, leaving me to prepare Iiptsos for transport home. I swear he leaked on my back on purpose, his way of doing-you-know-what. Evidently, I had not come prepared enough for the night. The shame and embarrassment of running out of shish!

As I wandered both to and from this little swarre', I had a lot of thoughts going through my head. On my way there, I called my biopops to try and have some kind of relationship with him, once I figure out how to have us both accept the past, not needing blame, but needing understanding of how it shapes our present perceptions and interactions.

On the way back, I realized that I will miss this city when I leave it. I hate the concrete jungle and bars everywhere, but at 5 in the morning, coming home from a dance party, this place just feels so damn alive! It doesn't hurt that the weather was rather nice.

Next week, I'll probably have my first law school answer... who wants to take bets? I'm betting either a reject from Berkeley, or an acceptance at Hastings.