On the Art of Rhythmic Flailing

Jaymi came down again last weekend and for once spent the entire time in Berkeley! For those who know her, this is a big thing.  Of course she wanted to go out and for once, I did too!  So on Friday we made a little adventure to Shattuck Down Low.  A somewhat creepy looking club I have never been too.

Creepy? NO! Awesome? Yes indeed.

We danced for 5 hours and barely a creeper was to be seen.  The bartenders were awesome and didn't mind giving us water all night even though all we bought was a $2 soda.  The fellow dancers were great and gave us actual personal space instead of trying to rub up next to us in a never-so-seductive manner! Even though I can't dance (Jaymi lovingly coined the term "rhythmic flailing" for me,) I had a great time!

So here's the "dance" lesson:
1) play some loud music with really heavy bass
2) hire girls in underwear to dance on a stage
3) fill body with desired liquids (gin and sprite)
4) put arms over head
5) jump around like an 85 pound woman after 10 cups of coffee
6) put arms down, because they start to hurt a little
7) kick legs out like crazed hobo attacking invisible enemies
8) repeat steps 3-7 until the club closes


After our clubbing was through we tried to call Kris to give us a ride home (since it was 2:30am and we were in dark scary South Berkeley) but his phone was on silent so we had to walk.  On the route home we heard a sad little mewing and found a kitty!  We talked to him for a little while and he chose to follow us a mile home.  Now some nights he sits outside the apartment and meows for attention so we take him a little food. But our neighbor is going to take him to an animal shelter soon to see if he is microchipped, since he seems too smart and sweet not to have a family.