As silly as it is, I had forgotten how fantastic it is to take the stage, have people cheer and race out to dance like drunken idiots. I suppose it's sweeter whenever it's something that IIII wrote, but I'll settle for a rendition of "Come on Eileen". Even Maneater Guy was dancing (someone sang "maneater" by Hall & Oats, and his idea of dancing was parading back and forth in front of the stage, waving his arms in a big chomping motion as if they were jaws and his fingers were teeth. That was it. Back and forth, back and forth, chompchompchomp, for the entire song.) We got to end the evening with Jess and I singing "The Time Warp", which is always fantastic, and I LOOOVE being able to display my range of voice and sounds and such by doing the deep, sultry Magenta right before the high pitched squeeking of Columbia.
*watches tv for a moment* I dunno why, but it always seems disconcerting to see James Taylor with hair, and lots of it.
I'm going through a real commitment craving phase lately. Dunno why, they come and go, but the older I get, the more often they occur. I don't know if I really want commitment, somuch as companionship. I miss pillow talks and giggling after trusted sex. And no, it's not that I want to get laid, it's not that at all. I just miss the whole shebang... the kissing, the intimacy...
Good to know that they still have open mic on some night at The Arnada. Gives me a bit of motivation to pick up Rufus and start playing again. But aaaah, the joy of rebuilding those callouses, the fantastic feeling that warm water is suddenly molten lava.
and last but not least, I giggle because my Raven icon pretty much displays the wide range of emotions that I show whenever talking to people. Yes, I'm that apathetic. I have my moments where I babble gleefully for no apparant reason, but for the most part, my facial expressions are that bland. Maybe THAT'S why my wrinkles havent set in quite yet ;)