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On the issue of a "Night" Life.
Sep. 19th, 2009 12:15 amI'm not sure whether or not I've specifically mentioned before on this blog that the language school I'm at right now is really, really hard. (Hard as in "rigorous," not hard as in "oh my gosh, I just can't understand anything!") In the first week alone, when there have only been morning classes, the workload has pretty much kept me up nights drilling and prepping. Consequently, I've been feeling rather like a social life wasn't going to be on my list of "doables."
However, while my "Day" Life appears to be utterly spoken for, I think there's hope for my "Night" Life. The other day I got back in touch with an old friend of mine by a purely delightful fluke. ("Got back in touch with" is really not the right phrase... we've never lost contact with one another. It's more like, suddenly, after two years, we discovered that we essentially live in the same town again.) Last night, he sent me a message that said, "Party in Shibuya. You should come."
And I thought, "I should." So I did.
And I danced the night away in a packed to the rafters club with my good buddy, Rei (who's a fantastic dancer). It was just what the doctor ordered, frankly. Sometimes, I just need to be away from everyone, but other times I really need to be out with people giving and receiving energy. After a grueling week, the chance to decompress like this was a godsend. We hit the floor hard for over four hours, and it was spectacular. I tend to forget just how much I like to club.
Best moment of the evening (aside from Rei's and my reunion moment at Shibuya Station): at one point, a dance circle formed around this guy wearing an afro wig. He began trading it off to different people, who would then take their place in the center of the circle and demonstrate some moves. Eventually the wig came to me, and I took the opportunity to totally bust it out while twenty-some-odd folks grooved around me, cheering and whistling.
So. Awesome.
I doubt that finances (and, let's be honest here, time) will permit me to do this kind of clubbing on a regular basis. But you can bet it's going to happen again.
However, while my "Day" Life appears to be utterly spoken for, I think there's hope for my "Night" Life. The other day I got back in touch with an old friend of mine by a purely delightful fluke. ("Got back in touch with" is really not the right phrase... we've never lost contact with one another. It's more like, suddenly, after two years, we discovered that we essentially live in the same town again.) Last night, he sent me a message that said, "Party in Shibuya. You should come."
And I thought, "I should." So I did.
And I danced the night away in a packed to the rafters club with my good buddy, Rei (who's a fantastic dancer). It was just what the doctor ordered, frankly. Sometimes, I just need to be away from everyone, but other times I really need to be out with people giving and receiving energy. After a grueling week, the chance to decompress like this was a godsend. We hit the floor hard for over four hours, and it was spectacular. I tend to forget just how much I like to club.
Best moment of the evening (aside from Rei's and my reunion moment at Shibuya Station): at one point, a dance circle formed around this guy wearing an afro wig. He began trading it off to different people, who would then take their place in the center of the circle and demonstrate some moves. Eventually the wig came to me, and I took the opportunity to totally bust it out while twenty-some-odd folks grooved around me, cheering and whistling.
So. Awesome.
I doubt that finances (and, let's be honest here, time) will permit me to do this kind of clubbing on a regular basis. But you can bet it's going to happen again.
