dance magic dance...

I'm not sure exactly what happened to me but I underwent some sort of transformation from mild mannered office worker to the party girl! I've gone out seven days of the 14 days it's been since this little crusade started...

Thursday, July 21st - Soma Magazine Party
Friday, July 22nd - Club ID
Wednesday, July 27th - Dark Sparkle
Friday, July 29th - Club ID
Saturday, July 30th - 7th Standard show in Sacramento
Tuesday August 2nd - Shutter

I've become this lush with an appetite for dance floor destruction and I like it. I haven't felt this pationate about going out and dancing since the late 90's when I was lost in my drug enduced haze of all night illegal warehouse parties.

Looking back on it all I can't believe I survived that time. I partied in various ghetto and wierd locations of Oakland, San Francisco, San Jose, Monterey, even nasty Fresno once walking around on god knows what substances with not a care in the world except for having the absolute most fun I could ever! Driving 100 miles back to Sacramento (where I lived at the time) at eight in the morning coming down and getting sleepy. I cheated death so many times on that long drive home. sometimes I would wake up in my driveway wondering how in the hell I got home, or even scarier I'd wake up in the far left lane of the freeway when I was in the far right lane and suddenly realize that I was asleep and driving at the same time!

I've forgotten where I was going with all of this and got lost in my memories...