Friday, John and I jumped in the car and headed for Dayton. Unfortunately, we packed the car without my suitcase and did not discover it until I needed my suitcase. This means that camera, and vital items were in my suitcase prompting me to buy a few items to get me through the weekend.
I was able to borrow some of Amy's clothes, and I enjoy being around Amy, Chuck, and their three girls. Samantha, Jessie, and Brigit. We watched a couple movies, chatted a bit, and grilled out.
And I would like to extend another thanks to Calima for the baked/roasted garlic trick. I can't tell you how good it is. This time I put them in the same tin foil as 8 oz of mushrooms. I added this to pita with red pepper hummus, and gobbled it down.
On Saturday, we did not leave Dayton as we had originally thought. John did not know where he was supposed to be going to chop wood, and Columbus was not 'on the way' to this wood chopping party. The weather started kicking up and gave a great thunderstorm.
Later that night we decided to go dancing. Again, I borrowed Amy's clothes and we went to a club called 1470.
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freak central. Goth club top floor, hip hop bottom floor. Great music for the majority of the evening. There were a few times that the beat was just too incessant for too long, so, I sat one or two out. The DJ was great and seemed to be smart enough to be quiet for most of the night, and slowed the beat back down when too many people left the floor. Lots of long haired lucious future closet companions dancing all in black and trench coats swaying. Men in eyeliner and lipstick. People dressed in semi bondage attire. I usually dance with my eyes closed, but I kept opening them so that I could gawk a bit more.
I ended up being dragged off the floor at 3 a.m. I wanted to stay longer, but everyone else was ready to leave.
i love dancing, i would dance forever if i could