Dead To The World

Where as before I had been having trouble staying awake in order to go out at night, it seems that at the moment it’s finding the time to myself in order to go out for my own reasons. At the moment the people I’m hanging out with either live far away or are underage. It’s like I have to decide whether I’m going to be social or dance. Who would have thought that my social life would get in the way of my dancing?
I made plans to meet up with a bunch of people at my Tuesday night spot. I hadn’t been in a while, for the sake of being busy and that I just hadn’t been really in the mood. As the night seemed to fall apart and I ended up arriving late, something told me it wasn’t going to be the sort of night that I would have a lot to write about later.
Standing out side was the Italian guy that I had met a week or more ago at the club that was behind me as I crossed the street. A non-smoking establishment, he was taking a moment to have a cigarette before he went upstairs. Talking with him as he finished up, we laughed about the fact that my car looked extremely silly being the only one in the lot. The DJ should have started spinning at the time we were standing outside, but we were only facing silence. It had been so long since I had been there I wondered if anything was even going on that night. On the way up I had called a friend to search the Internet for me in order to calm my fears. With all the slow nights, along with the staff lay offs and all the other noticeable changes that I had experienced since I first started going regularly I always worry that one night I’ll head up the stairs and realize that “Liquify” was no longer happening. That will be a sad night.
Going up to the lounge together he and I talked about who was spinning and what other places he goes dancing at. As I predicted when I rolled into the empty parking lot, the place was pretty much dead. I remember Pasquale giving me this look like, “Gee what a fun place.” This was the first time he had done a Tuesday night there and it wasn’t really encouraging him much. I, on the other hand, was sort of looking forward to just sitting and relaxing to the music that they were spinning.
Captain Morgan came by and showed me the newest picture of his newborn son. He had all these pictures stashed in the back of the notepad that he used to take orders. The way his eyes light up as he talks about his son makes a person really want to have kids. A sweetheart to the core I hope that my husband puts in just as much effort as he does; his wife is a lucky woman.
The rest of the night is pretty much not worth talking about. Pasquale and I chatted very limitedly because of how loud the music was. We ended up trying to start the dance floor, which took some real doing. Every time I’d go get more water, I’d run into Captain Morgan who would encourage me to stick it out. People would start dancing sooner or later and take some of the responsibility off my shoulders. At last a girl and her boy jumped up and started flailing around the floor. We had stuck to the sidelines but the girl came up to me at last. “We’ve been watching you dance all night and you are an awesome dancer. You have to come out here and dance. Com’mon!” That of course flattered me to the point of running out to the middle of the floor to show off. I looked back to where I had left Pasquale standing alone and the only response I could get from him was a very amused look.
For some reason we both agreed on a time to give up and go home. When twelve-thirty came up several people were dancing but there just wasn’t an energy in the crowd. It was dead all the way around.
Heading out the door I stood with him through one more cigarette outside and then we went our separate ways. The guy seems very interesting if not somewhat mysterious. All I know is that it’s nice to be treated as something more than a pair of tits and ass when in a clubbing situation. That and the accent just makes conversation both more interesting and more frustrating.