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Cara

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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
hello, old friend. 9:54 AM



Summer Flashback, fastforward to: Saturday Night Fever.






d-d-d-disco;
Spent a frantic half an hour getting ready in Tocil with the girls.
Realized, a little too late, that I could NOT pull off the harem pants that I had originally brought for the disco- what with me hardly coming close to 6 foot. Even in 6 inch Steve Maddens.
So I rummaged around in my typhoon of a room and found a green...sari..skirt thing. Only with me being less than 6 foot, I decided to loop the straps around my neck and twist it into a dress, instead. (yay for Chinese origami skillz)
Only- me being less than 6 foot- aforementioned makeshift dress was also about five inches too long; so I scouted around for safety pins and nipped up the hem and clasped everything together with a belt.
Oh yeah. Who says I would've failed Home Ecs' clothes module?
So we all walked into the disco area- strobe lights, dark floors, graffitied walls, neon blue bar. Skipped away into the ladies' to  help secure Becca's Baby Phat toga dress with fashion tape. (because I can fit Sephora into my makeup pouch)
Came back out, and saw Joe. "well, I like the way you look tonight." and I chucked him on the chin and teased, "...course you do. You're a jock."
We just invite the stereotypes, don't we?
During disco: pulsing lights, warm, moving bodies, arms flung up into the air. The JMs dancing in our own little circle, with Tyler and Dmitry being all "YO MAMMA" and us doing Aled's geek-mathematician-meets-robot dance. Toni and Sam holding each other quietly, tenderly, amidst the noise. Lily raising her arms above her head, and shyly, sultrily; getting into the groove. Ruhi, Krish, Ellie and I dancing in the middle of a pressed-in circle and stamping and laughing and everyone keeping in time with our hands. It Girls for as long as the song lasted.
Joe coming to dance with me and bustin' out his jock moves. Pop your collah, prep boi! Worrrd.
Everyone jumping up and down in the air, fists pumped, during Metro Station's Shake It and Lady Gaga's Just Dance. Let the rhythm take you.
"just dance! gonna be okay--"
...and I think again how much of an anthem this is for our general.
Forget Panic!-- this is desperation at the disco.
...Cotton Eyed Joe came on!
Everyone was square-dancing and being all folksy; and I remember spinning around with Tyler, and then just standing in the middle of the dancefloor and laughing hysterically because:
"if it hadn't been for Cottoneyed Joeee
I'd've been married a long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from- Cottoneyed Joeeeee"
Found Joe and squaredanced around and around like two idiots. (hot idiots, but still.) Air lasso-ing! Yeehaw, cowboy.
"omg. I need a drink."
Diet Coke (me) and OJ (him) at the bar. Cuz we're hardcore like that. Him trying to mock chat me up at the bar.
...Sweaty and suave. Oh, this one's a keeper.
...NUMBER ONE. Tinky Star!! Neo-parody style.
500 Miles, by the Proclaimers. Joe doing some weirdass soldier dancemoves (I blame the RM influence) during the marchy first bit; and then launching into his own rendition of the song...
"...Ohhh...I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MILES
and I WOULD WALK SIXTHOUSANDFIVEHUNDRED MOREEE"
You have not witnessed Performance until you've seen Joe positively ROAR his revamped lyrics.
Such a drama king.
Me yanking off my skyhigh gladiators, tossing them into the corner, and plunging back into the crowd to dance barefoot and unencumbered.
Crumping with Ellie. Real gangstaaahh.
Confessionals in the Ladiez with Saphy.
Her crying into my dress and me stroking her back with one hand, and balancing diet coke in the other.
"...Remember. I want you to never forget: ...you are one of the most special, most unique people I've ever known. You need to remember that."
Livin' La Vida Loca!
The best impromptu dancefloor moment, ever.
I don't know how it happened; but Joe and I started crumping- me mock lunging and launching play punches, and him dodging and ducking in this mock fight moving diagonally across the dancefloor, and people turning to look and grin at the spectacle.
Things're blurring now but I remember wild, jangling, Spanish-type music-- and then we weren't dancing; we were burning- leaping, bounding, sashaying, not form not person not rhyme not reason just savage kinestheticism
and whirling across the entire dancefloor like it was ours.
Not thinking, not seeing, just Being...and all the while we were caught up in some joyous, primal ecstasy of limbs and pulsating rhythms and growling lights and wild drums that nobody could penetrate.
It was beautiful.
I'd never felt that way before.






drums and disco lights and late night magick spell infinitism.