timothyx

well history repeated and i pulled a double weekend of drunken mayhem and dance floor mischief. sure i’ve just screwed up my course and need to find a way to do catchups etc. but it was well needed and i will always find a way to fix things. for me a night out on the turps gives me 2 valuable reminders on life:

1-Fun is what you make it, get a few friends together have some drinks, hit the valley in fine form, dance till you’re drenched in sweat then party some more, there is nothing more satisfying than being able to create an awesome night.

2-It’s not all fun and games, you can party hard all the time but unless your life is also moving along successfully eventually the good times will end.

Each time i go out i get a nice dose of both, an awesome night going nuts and letting go of all my worldly worries, then a nice kick in the pants over the next day or two to get back on track and keep pushing my life into success so the highs stay high and the lows never arrive. I can only assume trying to replicate such fine partyboy form week after week would see me end up the drunken guy lurking on the edge of the dance floor too drunk to dance and to buckled to enjoy his night. I much prefer to be the crazy guy on the dance floor going as mental as he can, rejecting the advances of female revelers and slightly manly looking women, boy was she a keeper!

dance till the floor is empty

Go out looking for a good time with your mates, no thoughts of picking up and all that crap, dance till you can dance no more, wear a smile on your dial and you are some sort of rare commodity in the club scene. If you go out looking for a pickup and “working” all night you just sink into the background, another fool speaking with his penis, yelling into a girls ear trying to say the magic words that will make her sleep with him.

I love to wake alone, how i decide to, after a night of fun with no cares.