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I'm learning how to salsa. It is amazing. Staying out till three on a Monday? Not so much. Considering my dance training has consisted of modern and improvisational styles--where you, like, throw yourself across the room to the sound of iced tea being stirred and pretend to be a tree--and crash courses in tapping for a couple plays, this is definitely something new. And, pleasantly, not nearly as awkward as I feared. Having Xanthe around to hide behind helps enormously.

Tonight I went to a hookah bar with Xanthe, La Actriz, and (dun-dun-duuun) La Actriz's ex from a few years ago who happens to be visiting from Boston and incredibly sweet. I've been getting out more lately, which is nice. If left to my own devices for too long, I can get broody and moody and then I want to kick myself for not being as productive as I could be and it's one big wrist-ripping bonanza. *hums "With a Little Help From My Friends" and vaguely contemplates writing another Across the Universe fic*

Also, we kind of fell into a sex shop, found the woefully tiny gay porn section, and I discovered I'm the kind of person who will, in fact, turn over a porn DVD and expect to see a plot summary. Sometimes, I fail at common sense.

My final

get_house_laid fic is about two-thirds done now, after a long period of me forgetting about it entirely. Yes, I know the deadline was a few months ago. What?

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where you, like, throw yourself across the room to the sound of ice tea being stirred and pretend to be a tree

That is the funniest thing I've heard in a long time. Holy shit, I can't stop laughing. LOL May have something to do with the fact that I'm very sleep deprived, but still. OMGLOL

*should totes be asleep right now*

Sorry I kept bailing out on you on AIM before. I keep falling asleep on people. *flushes* But hey, glad to bring the lulz!

How was the hookah bar? There's one a couple blocks from my apartment: looking in the window it appears that it's where aging, tacky sofas swim upstream to die.

Like any bar, they can be fun or gross. I'd been to this one before and enjoyed it--clean, cool art, good food, not too loud to talk, nifty Persian music videos--but there are definitely some sub-par ones out there.

Salsa! Hurrah!
Also, dancing this weekend? make it a saturdaaaaay. So I can coooome. XD I will continue to exteeeend my lettttters until you agree.

If we go, it'll probably be Saturday--I need to check; will call you!

For a second there, I thought you were talking about a hooker bar and speaking with either a New Yawk or Bah-stan accent. :)

Deadline/Schmedline, that's what I say.

*sputters* As often as I lapse into horrible accents IRL, this was not one of those times. =)