I'll Dance if I Want to Biatches
Trip Start
Apr 01, 1979
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Trip End
Ongoing
Washington, District of Columbia
Monday, October 31, 2005
It started off in my bustling apartment in the middle of Dupont. Friends gathered and beer, wine and liquor flowed. Also, we got all snazzed out in our insane costumes which ranged from pregnant rainbow brite to a conehead, a swinger, a cross-dresser and finally to me, a red-state republican. (And they said that "I Love Bush" t-shirt was only good for frat parties...) So anyway, two parties were on the agenda, one early kegger and another at a close friend's house. There were six of us in the pack and off we went, tramping around DC in our festive garb. Having downed a few yuenglings, chugged a couple amstel lights (don't ask) and topped it with a shot of southern comfort I was off to a reasonable start, just beginning to loosen up. When we finally made the kegger, after a 30 minute walk which seemed to take almost an hour, though, I was desperately in need of beer. Beer, my friends, is what sustains me these days. Without it, I think I might whither away. A few months ago I had gone on a totally liquid diet almost. My schedule consisted of skipping most meals, drinking at night, and waking up to go running. I dropped a 15 spot in about 3 weeks. Not good, especially for a pimp like me.
Well anyway, those days are done, but I still like the drink and so I did. Yet the keg party was super duper lame-o-rific. We arrived a couple hours after it started but it was still probably a couple hours too early. Anyway, after about a half hour the road was calling again. It was reinforced by a friend's cell phone call. I picked up and the other end say, "Hey D., I'm at this party you told me to go to and there's no one here." I say, "sounds like it needs some life. I'll be there in 20." And off I went. Most people upon receiving such calls would avoid said lame party. Yet I embraced the chance to bring the magic of me to such an occasion. And bring it I did.
Upon arriving, my group had fracture just a bit. Eventually they would all arrive, but it was a couple beers in before that occurred. By then I had already surveyed the surroundings. My people, once 6 but now 7 made up about ¼ of the entire party, but that has never stopped us before. Soon we took the place on our own shoulders and brought it to life. Why and how you ask? Easy. Cuz when there's music and a space to use it, D. shows them all how to bust a move. So my 7 took over about 80% of the space and I led them all in a dancing extravaganza. And I shook my bootay for about 3 hours straight. I actually have some video of said bootay shaking uploaded. Please enjoy.
Anyway, so at the end of all this a couple of things happened. First, I was really really drunk. Second, I made a whole slew of new fans including to guys who thought that I had it going on. I'll take all the compliments I can get, thank you very much.
