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jchrisobriencatch me if you can.... where is the youth?.... do you love me? ..... i see you, i feel you, i know you, I own you...just a handful of the crazy mad shit Chris and Arcanus rocked the house with tonight. There were a number of familiar faces out gracing the club, probably commermorating the birthday of one Spriggan. Happy birthday, man!
There were a number of vaguely familiar, and unfamiliar fades too. Rather delicious faces to boot. I think it's a good thing to be able to observe and not feel the pangs of loss or absence. It allows you the freedom to concentrat on other things. Like the fact that it's harder and hard to put the snap in that punch, or that turn. Perhaps I'm just tired from a long day, and running, and a new lifting regeime, and a long sleeve shirt that doesn't let my skin breath. Yeah, and I could be age too. But don't think I'm ready to throw in the towel yet.
I do notice that the sheer anger and energy is missing that I used to have. But that's inevitable, really. Still, with the help of Arcanus and a little more sleep, I will continue to tear it up for as long as possible. And eventually, one of my many secret admirers will smack me upside the head with a 2x4 and I'll get the hint. Heh.
There were a number of vaguely familiar, and unfamiliar fades too. Rather delicious faces to boot. I think it's a good thing to be able to observe and not feel the pangs of loss or absence. It allows you the freedom to concentrat on other things. Like the fact that it's harder and hard to put the snap in that punch, or that turn. Perhaps I'm just tired from a long day, and running, and a new lifting regeime, and a long sleeve shirt that doesn't let my skin breath. Yeah, and I could be age too. But don't think I'm ready to throw in the towel yet.
I do notice that the sheer anger and energy is missing that I used to have. But that's inevitable, really. Still, with the help of Arcanus and a little more sleep, I will continue to tear it up for as long as possible. And eventually, one of my many secret admirers will smack me upside the head with a 2x4 and I'll get the hint. Heh.
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Date: 2002-08-07 11:01 pm (UTC)And here is the man that was kvetching about the girls in the mico-minis and knee-high silver boots in the ID check line ahead of us walking in.
Decorum, my ass, silas.
You get on the floor, and age ain't nothing but a number, and you have to realize, sooner or later, that that anger wasn't energy. It's that other shit that you pile on top that saps your strength.
eh. Like working late, and having a lot of irons in pot, that extra cider, and not getting that disco nap before club.
Peace out.
Word.
Date: 2002-08-08 08:20 am (UTC)Disco naps rock... as does sleeping late. Oops!
Plus, when you give it your all for about two hours, you are going to get tired eventually.
Maybe I'll do more cardi workout, with the intent of increasing dancerooom stamina!