| Glass Carosel |
| Stalking of the creature of the night... Greasy pizza is always a sure bet to rid one's self of any dignity. I did my share of becomming a glutton. I think I get my appetite from my father. He's Italian, it's in the genes I think. Anyway, like I said, we stuffed ourselves. So very lady like of us. Chugged a few pitchers of Coke, then went on our merry way into the night. I was feeling a bit goth, as if one didn't already read that from my outfit. It was dead obvious I think. But I don't care, I like looking goth from time to time. My mother hates it though when I dye my hair black. I like it this way, makes me look like my aunt Gina. Mom's always whineing that I shouldn't cover up my 'lovely chestnut hair.' Yeah right. It's brown Ma. Get a clue! Don't get my wrong, I love my parents. Dearly! But they are just so uninformed. It's like having sea monkies really. As long as I remember to feed them, they'll be around later on when I want to watch the little tank they live in. I hope I don't fall into that trap when I get older. I want more out of my life then just a nine to five job and becomming a parent. How boring! I want to live. I want to see the world, find out what life has to offer. Does that make me a poor model goth? I don't care. I only dress this way because the shoes are so damned cute. Really! When we left the pizza parlor, I was feeling a bit better about myself. Hell, I'd even confided in Elaine that I was wanting this girls night out to forget a guy. I ended up telling her the whole story. I'm not too self concious about telling Elaine anything. She has a good ear for listening, and a good head for advice, not to mention a good shoulder for crying on. I can't count the number of times I've dried my eyes on her shirt. She's a good friend. Maybe that's why she only nodded and smiled sympatheticlly after I spilled the beans about me mooning over Isaac. She put her hand gently on my shoulder and gave it a loving little squeeze as she told me that everything would be alright. "Who knows, maybe he's not as nice as you think he is and he's like, abusive or something." She suggested. I almost laughed at that thought. Isaac? Abusive? Hardly. No, I knew by the way he treated people with such respect and by the way he looked at that girl in the store. Nope. There wasn't an abusive bone in Isaac Hanson's body. I shrugged and tried not to feel so down. After all. This was my night out with the girls. Hell, maybe if I'm feeling good enough later on, I'll find myself someone to go home and forget about that blonde deity with. And maybe not... The Gods must have descended... When we got to the club of choice, it was just starting to get 'going' so to speak. Apparently, many of the local heathens had the same urge that I had. A night out seemes to be the medicine de jour. Ok by me, the more the merrier. And the fatter the pick'ns of hotties I say. And I was definately on the prowl! The girls and I scoped out a corner table and dug a trench, all of us lining up against the wall to watch the parade go by. Willow sprung for a pitcher of gingerale. So nice of her. We all sat and sipped our drinks, the 'real' men didn't arrive until midnight at least. There were your usual desperate looser guys, the shallow girls with trophy guys in tow, and the general riff raff that faded into the woodwork as soon as the genuine party got started. Ametures. We were there for the real deal. To dance until our legs were numb and our feet were but bloody stumps. Or until we found an acceptable guy to squeeze for a bit. Either way, we weren't move'n our asses until the rave vibe started to thump within our very bones and we were left blind and deaf from the choreographed light and music show the local house dj had concocted special just for us. Yeah. We were there to party seriously. Bring on the babes! I think it was some time around twelve thirty when we were just starting to warm up. A few of the girls and I were either dancing together in a group, or had given pity dances to a few of the lonely wallflower guys. Hey, we're nice! Anyway, I was just telling Cindy about the whole Isaac crush and let down, and she was like, totally sympathetic. She'd once had a crush on Stephen Chadwick. He was the lead in our last year of highschool's play. She was the stage manager. Needless to say, it broke her heart to have to watch him onstage everyday just about, only to fall in love with his leading lady. I hear they're getting married when she finnishes college. So, yeah, you know. Sometimes, life sucks. For me, I'm just glad it wasn't anything more then a simple crush. I mean, come on. I'd seen him like once and fallen in love? Really. I'm not one to turn away from reality. I just liked the package right? At least that was what I'd convinced myself of. For real... I admit, I didn't really know him. But I can tell you, from what I'd seen, I liked the whole package deal. Well anyway. Like I'd said, the party was just getting started. The place was so dark I could barely see my hand infront of my face except for the flashing lights that pulsed with the house mix beats. I had just barely sat my ass back down to take a breather and a sip or two of my ice water after a brutal turn on the dance floor with some bozo that kept stepping on my feet. I swear, some cliches are alive and well. I mean, I couldn't even tell if he was good looking or had a nice personality or anything it was so congested in there. A dance floor really isn't any place to talk ya know? So, maybe a night out dancing my ass off wasn't the best place to find the next prince charming. I had gotten my hopes up too high when I'd seen how many guys were there. Ok. New plan. Just dance. Yeah. That works. But first, a belt of H2O! I was chugg'n away, oh so lady like of me I know, and I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I thought it was Willow, since I was sitting on her purse strap and all. I put down my glass after a hearty swallow and turned around as I wiped my mouth. I almost fainted. I mean, I was like literally dizzy! There standing before me was the single most gorgeous speciman of the male species on the planet! I shit you not. "Care to dance?" He shouted down at me with a confident smirk that could charm the pants off a lesbian. I thought I'd wet myself. Instead, I just nodded my head and found my hand in his as he helped me to my feet. I remember, his hands were so big compared to mine was all that was going through my head. I was dumbfounded as to why he'd asked me. But I wasn't going to wonder why for long. I was just going to enjoy it while it lasted. I mean really, how often does a girl get to dance with Adonis? Exactly. So shut up and dance bitch! Oh my gawd that man could move! It was like having sex with my clothes on. He was like heroine I tell you. So sweet a ride, but the adiction takes over, then the withdrawl... is hell... |