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august 7, 2000. Way back in May, there was a heated discussion of the upcoming Canada Day holiday; since it fell on a Saturday, we could determine our own day off. I didn't much care about this long weekend, but it made me wonder if I'd be able to skip work on the 8th of August so that I could go to the Dance Cave on the week of my birthday. As we all know, I got canned shortly thereafter...but look where I spent the Monday before my birthday! Yay.
I was very pleased with everything. Shannon remembered me as soon as I came up, touching my leg for emphasis as the Boy & I sat on the d.j. bench. (The Boy made the girl-girl thigh-rubbing seem more suggestive upon retelling, but whatever makes him happy.) I had a weird moment of joy when I spotted Jesse on the floor, dancing to James Brown. It was just that I've never seen him dance that well! Nice thing to discover. I had a flashback to a U.C. Jaymore party 2 years ago, when during a cut of similar funk, Dirk observed in a dry yet admiring tone: "look at the Lawyer shaking his money maker." Seeing people dance well is a delight, through & through.
Of course, I played the card of birthday tyranny and got Shannon to dedicate "Blue Monday" to me & my natal date. Unfortunately, some Pretty Young Thingstm chose that song to stand and talk in the middle of the dance floor. On my birthday song!! I took it as a personal insult. As Thom York sung, "when I am king, you will be first against the wall." In lieu of my impending monarchy, I just bullied them around the dance floor. It was fun.
Yeah, I'm a terrible person. At least I know it.
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