Note to self: never go to a dance without taking Aleve first. After an hour and a half of dancing my knees are already shot. I stopped before it got too bad but they have that warm puffiness that could have turned in to "must sit NOW" pain had I continued.

It was alright. There are the usual things here, first no one is there and then slowly people filter in smelling of cigerettes and alcohol and enmebriated enough to dance. There are the modest geeks that float on the fringes happily, the semi-cool kids, the drifting guys, the small pocket of multiracial, the group disforming and reforming, the people outside, the guys that prefer to simply stand and watch, the people wearing barely anything, the girls bouncing from one guy to another who are really horny and looking like they're about to do it in front of you, the people that only dance with the hot people, the in-between coolness group.

Generally everyone just looks like one mass swaying hips.
Does anyone really dance anymore?
Why do people have to drink to get moving freely?
It seems like dances are always the same no matter the theme or where they are in the US. Rap, smokes, drinking, digital camera flashes and grinding. Frankly I'm getting a bit bored.
Do I really want to go to prom again? It will just be the same thing just a few less stinky people since they're not of age. Yeah, everyone will be in pretty dresses and ooing and aahing but what is so grandly special? And what are we celebrating? What? Was there a purpose once before it was forgotten by commercialism and habit?
America is so weird.

I've a good day and I've had fun. I watched Rent for the first time and walked around like a gangsta and wore a toga but sometimes I'm just a bit questioning or perhaps always.
Like why do dances represent themselves in the angry sexist lyrics of black men and horny girls? Are dances really just mating rituals? The foreplay to the foreplay?
I wonder.

And with these questions of culture I leave to watch a mooooo-vee.
Peace.
~Lo