parties beckon, an all night rave in a place called blood alley somewhere in gastown, and my semi-drunk self cannot drive and this semi-young city doesn't provide transit at this semi-late hour.
all night dance parties are my favorite.
the last few days have been filled with joy and good conversation, the stimulation of old friends who have pursued diverse paths and want to share.
commercial drive in its slowly gentrifying glory. potlucks and sushi and jelly beans and galas and skinny dipping and mountain biking ... oh my.
it has been sensational. i don't want it to end.
i really must sober up. I hate to miss a good party. and marissa and andrea and elfred. I haven't really seen them yet. this is why I want to go. people I love who happen to love dancing. peas in a pod.
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all good things must come to an end.
but, y'know, always good things to come too. betwixt between the bad the dull the everyday.
yep!
or wait, maybe not. but certainly maybe!
but why must good bracket the banal and the bad? it seems so much nicer if the bad and boring could bracket the good.
thus, the need for simple pleasures. like all night dance parties.
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