I have ~ an hour to drink up, get dressed and get out of the house. This is gonna get loooooose (to clarify, I was elongating “loose”, not “lose”. That would be a sub-optimal outcome).
I don’t know what’s up this weekend, but my friends have 1000% got my back. First there was yesterday’s dance party (which was a total blast). Firstly, one of my friends guest listed me so I got in free. Some real 11th hour righteousness. Then en route to the event I stopped off at another friend’s place to get ready. I wasn’t sure that I had the outfits I wanted for the theme, so my friend and her boyfriend (also my friend, but I figure nomenclature is right out the window already) raided their closet in search of some clothes with real “Leon” energy. The selection was outstanding, so my girlfriend and this couple all hung out in their room as I tried on clothes and collectively worked out what worked. I tried stuff all over the gender spectrum. There was a velvet skirt and crop top combo (which seems like hell for dancing). A bunch of dresses, of varying length and weight. There was a jock strap/rainbow fishnet crop top thing going on that got a lot of thumbs up, but took a backseat to our winner: A shimmery disco style jumpsuit complete with massive chest hair neckline. It was a little short on my friend, and was quite snug on me. The fit was ideal, showing off just enough without being too clingy. We had universal applause, and decided to commit. It fit so well, that by the end of the night my friend said just to keep it, that it didn’t work for him. That certainly worked for me.
There was another dance party I’d been interested in for tonight. It’s been running here for a while, lots of dancing, scandalous outfits and a slight kinky bent. I’d been wanting to go for some time, but didn’t feel like I had appropriate attire. Tonight’s theme is Fandom(me), and thanks to the silver harness and fish scale pants I bought recently, I’ve got just enough for a slightly overdressed Prince Namor. I won’t be doing the little wing feet things, and it also turned out too late to find ear extensions. Nobody’s gonna get it, but at least it’ll be on theme and get me through the door. Oh, did I forget to mention? Another friend is volunteering for the event, and offered me their guest list pass to get in for free. This is a $35 event, and I’m gliding through on nothing but goodwill and friendship. I’m a lucky, lucky boy.
Thirdly, a friend of mine posted on Facebook that she wanted to try roller skating. I said I’d love to join in, but I didn’t have any skates of my own. I asked if anyone knew where to rent some, and within five minutes another friend offered me his to borrow. We’re about the same body size, and I just assumed we had the same sized feet. Turns out we do. They fit perfectly, so my girlfriend, roller friend and another friend all skated around the local church parking lot for maybe an hour or so. It was wholesome, and very very fun for a Saturday afternoon. The last time I strapped on roller blades I was probably under 10 years old. So it’d been at the very least, 20 years since I’d last tried it. I was never good as a kid. I didn’t have the technique down, so my wheels would angle instead of being vertical. My ankles would get sore extremely quickly, and I’d give up out of pain. I knew I’d be clunky stepping back on them, and I was. I immediately wished I’d found some kind of protective gear. Wrist guards at the very least. Turns out, I didn’t need them. It took me 20 minutes to get back the muscle memory, and my vastly increased body awareness did the rest. We all zoomed around the parking lot and slowly picked up how to do it. Then we all went for ice cream. It was such a neat idea, and felt great to do something active in the afternoon sun. A++, would borrow blades again.
And with that, I’m two drinks in. Time to get ready and get outta here.