Hurts hurts hurts

Ow ow ow

I am sore everywhere. That's what I get for going out dancing last night. But it was a great load of fun as always. Buzz Club rocks.

Kel was going with a couple of her friends, so I tagged along. Pretty sad that I have to tag along with my younger sis to go out, but what can I do when none of my friends like the music I do? It's so unfair, cause pretty well all Kel's friends like that music, so she has her pick of people to go with. Although some of her friends are also mine (from school/hockey), I kinda wish I could go with my friends sometime. But Derek has gone back out west, and Patty doesn't get back for another couple of weeks. And she's coming back engaged, so I doubt we'll be going out a lot with "just us girls".

But anyway! I managed to survive dancing last night without really getting nauseous by not eating before going. I only ate about 2/3 of my plate of dinner at 5:30pm, and didn't put anything else into my stomach before getting there and starting dancing at about 12:15am. If I'm hungry, I'm not nauseous. And dancing can make me forget the hunger for a bit. No booze for me (*sigh*) since if I wanted to dance I couldn't put anything in my stomach. Lucky me, though...unlike a lot of people I don't need to drink first to give me the confidence to dance. ^_~

Yup, yup, it's enough just knowing that I can dance better than some of the people around me. See, I dress nicely and I look pretty good (wearing my new jeans, of course), plus I feel good knowing I've lost weight. But then I see those really pretty girls that one always sees while out at these places and I can't help but feel a bit intimidated. However, it really helps to watch some of these girls. Some have no rhythm, and some are in the wrong club and should just go to the Dome or some dance-club place. A lot of these girls don't know how to get into the hard rock/punk/etc of Buzz Club. So nyah on them. Pretty isn't everything.

(For those who don't know, last night I was dancing to stuff like System of a Down, Disturbed, Reel Big Fish, etc...even Metallica)

Every time I go there I think I should get up and dance on the speakers (which aren't that high), but I don't wanna get up there just by myself and nobody ever wants to get up there with me. >_<

I need to work on my ska dancing a bit. No only can I not keep it up for long, but I'm not sure I'm doing it quite right. All the bouncing is a bit hard on my feet because I'm not wearing completely flat shoes (no choice there because my jeans are too long) and, well, I simply can't bounce for that long at a time. Still, I watch some of the guys really doing it right, and I don't think I've got the kicking looking quite like it's supposed to.

They played "Bring Me to Life" ^_^. Cool to see guys get into it just as much as girls do. I was singing and moving along with the girl parts while watching a group of three guys dance/sing the guy part. That song is just the best. You'd think I'd be tired of it by now, but I still love it just as much every time I hear it.

French people are scary. Actually, what's scary is you don't know just how surrounded you are by them until a french song comes in. See, these people know/like the english songs (which are just better anyway) and sing along with those. But then one of those stupid heavyish/folksy Quebecois songs comes in and they all go nuts. And I mean they cheer/scream and rush out onto the floor and dance like crazy. And we're talking halfway folk-dancing. I saw guys dosey-doing O_o. I sat those out and watched the sheer ridiculousness of it all from a seat on the speakers, but Kel and Amanda actually danced to it and did some dosey-doing themselves. They're just making fun of it, of course, and although they tried to exaggerate they didn't look out of place at all. Scary.

When they played two french songs in a row we figured it was time to go. So we headed down the street to Burger King, which is the only place around. (I hate how Buzz Club is in the middle of nowhere.) The BK was really crowded for 3am. I had to cave, though...I was starving. I asked for a salad but they didn't have any. Then I asked for tacos, but they didn't have the sauce. I was forced to get a hamburger *gak*. Disgusting, greasy food substitute. It was the smallest thing they had and I couldn't finish it. Seriously, once you get off fast food, you can't go back.

We got a taxi home (since we have no choice), which wasn't so bad because there were four of us, but the other three were sleeping at Amanda's so I had to take the last leg of the ride on my own. When he was letting me out the driver (who you could tell was completely lost in the suburbs) was trying to ask me how to get back out. Man, trying to give directions in french at after 3:30am isn't my thing. I probably sounded like an idiot.

I'm still deaf from last night. I've been watching TV, and now I'm listening to music, but it all sounds muted >_<. And I hurt a lot. My neck and chest are extremely sore from the headbanging and such, and my arms are just burning. Frelling fibro...I can't have just normal sore muscles in my arms. I haven't wanted to move all day. Yup, that's what I get for barely doing anything for a long time and then going out and going crazy dancing. But owww... *whines*

I was rather impressed how the bouncers notice stuff. While taking a fresh air break I saw a girl who had been in the club arguing with a guy (I think it was probably her boyfriend). After only a moment a bouncer came out of the club and watched them to make sure nothing violent happened. Nice to know that they don't just have the attitude that once the person is out of the club it's not their problem any more. The guy even went a bit farther down the street to keep them in sight until they both seemed to calm down, because there had actually been physical stuff going on.

Kel's been downloading a load of songs again. I swear she's trying to remake all my old cassettes. I have tapes dating from 1995-2001, usually 4 90-min tapes per year of stuff taped off the radio. Hey, without a computer how else was I supposed to get music? Kel's gonna fill up my hard drive, seriously. She probably downloaded another 30 songs just today.

Waiting for people to come online...*sigh* It seems they get later all the time. I'm tired tonight. I really shouldn't stay online til 3am or later every night, but when they only get on at midnight or after...

I've been looking for pics of Turbo. There don't seem to be a lot out there, and even screencaps are kinda hard to find. I'd like to find a really good one I could use as a desktop image and/or one I could print out that I could use as a model. I'd love to draw a pic of Risk and Turbo, but I need a good pic of Turbo to draw from first.

I have the Risk-fic open, but I'm too brain-dead at the moment to be able to write any in it. Sigh. Why can't I work out that one stupid scene? Grr!

The music still doesn't sound right. Normally club-deafness goes away quicker than this...

Okay, that's it. I think I'm gonna steal one of Kel's Queer as Folk DVDs and watch it here until somebody comes online.