So, last night was my 4 year anniversary with Grace. We started dating somewhere between sunday night and monday morning of Nov. 28-29 four years ago (we stayed up talking all night, as I do). I was frankly not looking forward to it. Grace and I had had a...well, a bad phone call, the night before last. I was depressed, she said hurtful things, we made up sort of, but not in a happy-now way but just in a we're-still-dating-because-we-love-each-other way. I proceeded to work yesterday, because I had not been told I wasn't working, and that worked out because I was not on the schedule but James never showed up. I then had Jazz monday night, which until monday afternoon, I thought I was going to alone. No, it turns out that Kat had convinced my bro Raph (they're dating, if you missed that memo) to go out to jazz for their 6 month anniversary. yay, I share an anniversary with my brother! [rolls his eyes] Anyway, and Naomi wasn't coming still because she had heard that her ex-roommate-ex-bestfriend was going to be there (which she was, and I said hello in a very friendly manner, which elicited an "I don't know you" look, and she didn't seem to have that much fun, so hopefully she won't come back). So I got there for the earlier guys, the ones I like so much, reading the first book of Stephen R. Donaldson's The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, only to discover that Kat had dragged Raph to Half Price Books, because she doesn't really like the experimental nature of the first guys. However, James was there, i.e. the guy I met at tango doing experimental music, of which I was a part (he recorded and looped me slurping my drink on the beat). I had a shot of 1800 to celebrate my expected-to-suck anniversary, read my book and enjoyed the music, and was joined eventually by the happy couple. The guys played late, till 11:15, because a) they had the cool guitarist (big nerd, but his talent level equals the other two, so he's cool) and b) they had a guest who played drums for one set and upright bass for the other (borrowing Keith and Bill's instruments). It was nice. I went to the bar to close my tab, planning to head out rather than stay for The Trade (the upstairs jazz) or The Medecine Show (the downstairs bluegrass, in which James was going to be playing violin). However, I made eye contact with some girl as she was waiting for the bartender, and we started making faces at each other. She came over and with a casual comment convinced me to stay later (she was not actually convincing me, but she didn't know I was planning to leave). We hung out, I surprised her at my ability to have conversations with strangers left and right, we met a bunch of her friends, and she wandered off to be seen only intermittantly the rest of the night as I talked to her friends, then wandered out behind the building to call Grace (a very wonderful phone conversation, I might add), then talking to more strangers, seeing Lee Ann, someone I saw here once a couple months ago, whose birthday I remembered to be Nov 20th, so I said happy birthday and freaked her out [laughs] (and no I had not remembered her name, but she remembered mine, because I'd helped her figure out MySpace on the computer they have at helios). I was at this point fairly keyed up, having gotten a good burst of joy talking to Grace, and a good burst of enthusiasm having made so many acquaintances, so I went inside to the bluegrass band "to dance". I moved a little to the music, but, and this is the part I totally wasn't expecting, I started dancing more and more, harder and harder. I don't even know how to dance to bluegrass, but my feet were moving and taking my body with them. I found a safe stash for my book and danced till my body was tingling and I had to sit down. I literally had become a storage device for energy and felt like I could have sent a rocket to the moon. I knew I had to leave at some point, and if I danced till they stopped, I'd have exploded. I paced the whole place, looking at the stars, finding the upstairs jazz far too tame and boring in comparision, playing with the gate out front, and going back in to listen to more music, which I was unable not to dance to, at least a little bit. The thing that you maybe don't understand is that I have never been in the presence of music that did that to me. I've seen other people just go, as Drew calls it, ape-shit to music, but I've never felt it like that. It was such a rush! I'm still keyed up, a big ball of energy. I was exhausted enough to sleep, but not tired. I woke up feeling refreshed and immediately went back to sleep to dream for another couple hours, then got up to write to you, blogger. I feel like superman. I'm in love, and have power to move the world. I hope, blogger, that all of you might have an experience like that at some point in your lives, to remember and treasure. Not that I know how long this will last, but forget it, that I will never do. So, as much as I had to write to you, if you'll excuse me, I need to get along with life.