Night-Write 7
I’ve decided that it is about time I got around to learning ballroom dance. It is the only dance form that allows you to truly connect with your partner. Hip-hop is fun and it’s a great energy-rouser, but it’s so easy to lose yourself in the music and withdraw from everyone else around you. Even if you’re performing a hip-hop number with a group and have to work with them to create synchronicity, it’s just not the same profound bond you share with your partner in ballroom dancing. So, the moment has come for me to dust off my tuxedo, shine my patent-leather shoes, and go on a quest to find a teacher with bottomless patience who is willing to instill some grace in me so that I don’t embarrass myself if I happen to find myself in a situation where a lovely lady is alone and clearly yearning to glide across the dance floor past the midnight hour.
Sometimes, I just want to roll down the car window and scream, “You are not fucking Superman! Steel will always beat flesh!” In fact, I may do just that the next time some crazy nutter decides that he owns the road and proceeds to leisurely jay-walk, oblivious to the fact that 6000 lbs. of hulking steel had to burn three inches of rubber to arrest its momentum for him. Yes, I am well aware that doing so may disturb the peace. Do I want to reconsider my decision? Um…no. Look, can I be frank here? Thanks – okay, here’s the thing: the lack of common sense is pretty much a winning ticket to an early retirement in the afterlife. I mean, c’mon…if I were that jay-walking idiot, I’d rather get screamed at than to watch a pair of headlights merging into one great big light beckoning me from the end of some mysterious dark tunnel. No one with their heads screwed on right would assume that cars can stop instantaneously even after they’ve built up a fair-sized momentum along the road. You get my drift here?
I’m currently in rehearsals for a musical called, The Man From The Capital. It is a satire about the corruption of a small-town government combined with the greed of a transient and compounded by the all-round stupidity of that corrupt government. The rehearsal schedules have been quite intense because of the short preparation time we have until the opening night. But I’m confident that we’ll pull through and once everything is in full gear, I believe it’ll be a popular show. The fact that our dear city is bursting with government workers makes this musical all the more hilarious.
I finally got a massage for the first time in my life last week! Yeah I know, what took me so long, right? I have a bad habit of always allowing myself to get swept away dealing with each day that I forget to set aside some “me time” for myself. Massages just seemed like such a waste when that hour could be spent on something more productive. But it’s finally caught up to me because lately, I’ve been suffering from a fair bit of back pain. That prompted me to take my doctor’s advice at last and I half-heartedly booked a massage appointment. Man, it was unbelievable how soothing it felt! I can really get used to being pampered.
A friend of mine was prescribed some medication that has a side effect of making him sensitive to sunlight. He joked that he almost feels like a vampire in that sense. That led to a discussion about the origins of vampires and we eventually came up with this wacky theory: maybe vampires were born from medication prescriptions gone horribly wrong. First, the medication may have altered their DNA so that their bodies became sunlight-sensitive. This aversion to sunlight then caused them to have Vitamin D deficiency, which may have somehow drastically reduced the hemoglobin levels in their bloodstreams. As a result, they constantly crave replenishments of fresh hemoglobin and of course, humans are much easier prey than wild animals. Through some freaky high-speed evolution, they developed retractable canines to facilitate their bloodsucking. Of course, every time they feed, their saliva would mix in the bloodstream of the poor human victim, which means that the altered DNA would get passed on to turn the victim into a vampire as well. I think the only thing missing in our theory is why certain vampires have glittery skin.
So, I guess tonight’s the night I lose an hour of sleep, thanks to Daylight Saving Time. Hmm…I don’t even know why I’m mentioning this since it doesn’t even look like I’m in a hurry to go to bed while I’m busy regurgitating my thoughts at the moment. Really though, I do cherish proper sleep-time. Yes, I may turn in at odd hours most of the time anyway, but I don’t like to do so knowing that it’s cut short even more by some higher power. It’s…grating. Okay, I should really hit the sack if I don’t want to fall flat on my face during rehearsal tomorrow.
G’night!
