I don't get out much. I'm about middle age (get that..."about"). I have a young child. I work full time plus I have my side business. So I'm tired most of the time.
I usually try to go out at least once a year.
Yes, once a year.
But let me explain what this once a year for me entails. If I go out, I wanna GO OUT. I have cocktails (sometimes a lot of cocktails). I dance on tables (or dance floors. bathroom stalls. street corners. I'm not picky). I hug strangers. I talk to anyone who will listen. I touch people (not inappropriately!! seriously...)
I eat at Perkins at 3 am and laugh with the drag queens.
Last year, after dancing at 80-35 (Girl Talk! Dance it out bitch!) and then dancing with the drag queens at the Saddle, I attempted to walk the 10 plus miles home with my sister. She refused to wear shoes since "the ground feels so good". We ended up laying down in someone's yard about 3 miles from home and calling a cab.
So yea, I can't make this a weekly occurance anymore! Or monthly for that matter.
Friday I went out. I went with my friend Casey. She's awesome.
(Casey is part wolf)
Friday night I was thoroughly entertained. I was inspired. A feeling that unfortunately does not happen enough.
I was inspired by the people I encountered that night.
Here is a list of the people who have started my latest inspiration:
Vince: An old friend I haven't spoken to in 20 years. Unfortunately, he was working at the bar and couldn't really talk. He had Jesus and Mary lights set up at the end of the bar. I loved them.
(blurry picture of Vince in the Jesus and Mary glow)
Glow sticks boys: I think there were about 4 of them. One gave me a high five and one gave me a hug. The hugger had glow sticks in his ears. oh youth...
Boy with lights on his gloves: This boy was wearing some kind of cape, had approximately 100 beaded bracelets on each arm, was wearing an Iron Man mask and most importantly, was wearing weird colored light gloves. Casey fell in love with his gloves. I think I happened upon a rave....
Old biker couple: The guy was about 70 years old and his old lady seemed about 20 years younger. They told us they hang out at the Court Avenue district every weekend. Just sitting on their bikes, watching people. They both had guns on their hips and mullets on their heads. Not sure which of those things I found more frightening.
Christopher: Oh where to begin with this one??? It was later in the evening. He was drunk. And obviously lonely. He was in his thirties, shaved head, sleeveless shirt, ex military with a kabala tattoo. Lives in a hotel. He kept hitting on Casey and trying to read our auras. He was very wrong. At one point he asked if we wanted to watch True Blood with him at his friend's house. "She's bi-sexual". Um, that's your big move? Wow..... hold me back!!
There were other random people through the night who caught my eye. The 3 person jug band. I love a good washboard solo. Or the girl dressed as big bird. Another rave boy whose ears were extremely fascinating to me. Or the guys all wearing wolf t-shirts who gave Casey the wrong directions.
("we're the four best friends that anyone ever have....")
Seriously, the freaks really do come out at night!
We ended the night as all fantastic nights should. Eating breakfast foods at Perkins and admiring the drag queens.
I probably won't be able to go ALL out like this for another year. But the people of Friday have provided me with an artistic kick in the ass.
I hope to show you the outcome of this inspiration in another post.
Until then, you should go out...
