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2004-11-11 || 11:44 a.m. || on a wednesday night no less. || oh! staying out after dark on a school night has its perks. m's dj night at the e castle with powder sprinkled on the floor for dancing ease. affiliations with several tribes feeling a bit like a gentler corduroy-clad warriors scene. dancing with all the ladies and lads and being able to turn in any direction to find people i love very much. kelly + vodka + medieval madness pinball game that exclaimed 'i'm going to get medieval on your derriere!! ! ! !' bonding with the oc transplants, getting to cut a rug with brother jason, the hand sisters and double team attack on the ol' dancefloor. after a while the powder got kicked up into the air and no one could breathe and we were all very sweaty and had that poundy post-vodka headache and e was holding my hand and it was clear we had to go to bob's donuts. oc tribe + sf stragglers leading the march up polk street, past tranny hookers and public urination, and can i tell you i was so in love with everyone last night? that dancing with your sister in a wee attic dance club, simultaneously clapping hands and sweating to the oldies, is one of the greatest things ever. that and bob's glazed right out of the oven at 2 a.m. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |