04.06.2002 - 1:58 p.m.
I'm in a nostalgic mood (where can I get one of those goofy little
icons to represent that?). Also I have this painful spot on the
roof of my mouth which I cannot stop probing with my tongue,
over and over, even though every single time I do it I'm like
'ow' and I'm sure that sort of behavior pattern is indicative
of some very deep personality flaw, but I guess it could always
be worse, I could be one of those people that washes their hands
like 4829 times a day or obsessively plucks their eyebrows and
eyelashes, or something.
Anyway, I was listening
to the radio in my car earlier and "Rock Lobster" was
playing. You know, "Motion in the ocean! Ooh wahh".
It got me thinking of the evening dances I used to go to in middle
school, that were in the town armory building. I remember how
I'd always feel so nervous standing in line, me and a girlfriend
usually, checking our lip gloss (that gooey pink wand that left
a thick jammy scented shine). Once you were inside, it was so
dark we'd huddle in little groups trying to pick out where the
popular boys were (Omigod, there's Sean Gryder!).
During the 'fast' songs
all the girls basically danced together. The guys hung out in
furtive little clots and occasionally slunk outside to smoke.
When they played Rock Lobster the girls would get all shrieky,
because the super cool thing about that particular song was that
during the 'Dowwwn, dowwwn, dowwwwn' part everyone would do this
goofy thing where you'd dance lower and lower to the ground until
mostly you just toppled onto your ass. Then when the beat picked
back up you'd jump up really high - wooo! - and keep on shakin'
your groove thing.
Ooh, then a slow song would
come on. "Lady in Red". Or OMD's "If You Leave"
(a song that to this day makes me feel dreamy and wistful). Girls
on one side of the floor, guys on the other. The waiting! Hopeful,
heart-pounding waiting for one guy to make that long trek over
to your side to ask you to dance. (I remember feeling my first
boner, pressed against my leg, at one of those dances. Thinking
to myself 'what the hell IS that?' for the first part of the
song, and then suddenly understanding and experiencing a somehow
powerful sort of sensation - like, oh, this is what
girls can do to boys.)
And that mad dash to the
ladies' room, you and your friends, where you would be startled
by the lighting that threw your carefully applied Max Factor
into a caky relief (training for later years in fluorescent-lit
bar restrooms). Someone would produce the inevitable bottle of
Aqua Net, fished from the bottom of an Esprit canvas tote bag,
and blast choking fumes onto comb-ratted bangs. A wrenchingly
cruel discussion about someone's skirt - then back out to the
inky darkness where "Walk This Way" would be playing.
I don't dance much, these
days. Even if the opportunity presents itself, I have to be well
and thoroughly fortified with Vitamin Beer before I'll hit the
dance floor. Somewhere along the way, between landing on my butt
during "Rock Lobster" and now, I got all self conscious.
Will a slow song ever fill me with that mix of terror and fervent
hope again? Will I ever try to dance to 'Pour Some Sugar On Me'
Well...unless I was a stripper.
go back :::
04.05.2002 - I'm
already starting to worry about the potential size of my ass.
04.04.2002 - They
need a marketing ninja to come in and kick major ninja ass, and
friends - I am that ninja.
04.03.2002 - So,
a week of instability, outlook-on-life-wise, plus the added fun
of a poor body image. Yay for hormones!
comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004