Last night Xoch and I went dancing at Dallas Nightclub. We went early because it was a work night and because we didn’t really care if it was empty. They have some kind of gambling night on Thursdays, so there were some people in there, but they were on the other side of the club, away from the dance floor. Xoch and I were one of only three couples really dancing. There were a few more people around the dance floor, definitely less than 10. So basically all night we had the dance floor almost to ourselves.
The first thing I noticed when we started dancing was that there wasn’t any sawdust on the floor. I had no idea what a huge difference that makes. It wore me out faster and it made me get horrible blisters. I wasn’t able to slide around and dance like I’m used to, but I still had a ton of fun. Xoch and I were dancing all night and just acting like fools. Hardly anyone was watching, so we didn’t care… although I don’t think we would have cared if it was packed either.
The DJ was a jerk. I went over to request a song, and you’d think he’d be nice since we were practically the only ones dancing to the music he was playing, but NO. He was RUDE to me, and he took forever to put on what I wanted to hear. I also asked him if we could get some sawdust on the floor and he basically told me to look around the beams for some on the floor and scuff my boots in it. WHATEVER!
We danced from about 7 to 103:0 and then left. I was exhausted and my feet felt like they were on fire. My feet still hurt now. I think I’m going to need to put some cushiony soles in my boots from now on. My poor feet are getting TORE UP.
The painters are still working on my building. I’m SUPER ANNOYED. They were supposed to be done on Wednesday. I woke up this morning (ok it was 10) to the sounds of someone painting and banging on my bedroom window. CREEPY. I still can’t put all my balcony plants and furniture back out yet because they haven’t finished. It’s driving me crazy having all of that in my living room!
Oh and this morning at 2:44am my company cell phone rang. I didn’t answer it. I thought if they left a message I would call back, but usually that doesn’t happen. Just my luck, they left a message. It was a subsidiary calling from the Netherlands. I had to call three different times to the Sprint operator before I could get through to this guy and then I had to trouble shoot a machine with him for about half an hour, in his broken English. It took me forever to fall back asleep, so obviously I didn’t go in to work on time. I went in at 11. I’m such a bad employee. Regardless, I still will have 40 hours by the end of the week. I guess it doesn’t really matter.
