Okay, last night was surreal and fun-tastic as hell. It all started with an afternoon nap...
I've been pushing really hard at work on some urgent projects lately, so my sleep patterns have been, let's say, mildly abused. Normally, I don't need a whole lot of sleep, and I almost never take naps, but after work on Friday, I came home pretty beat and set an alarm (just in case, ha ha!) just before laying down on the sofa to see if I was truly tired. My mind was still quite active, especially with my eyes closed. Now, my couch may not be flashy, but it is very comfy...
It was dark when I awoke, and I saw I had only half an hour of dawdling time left. Wow, guess I needed that! Either way, that nap was like a natural dose of amphetamine, because I was wired for the rest of the night, until getting home around 0900 (I'm often pretty stomped out by the end of RN).
I listened to my latest track on the way downtown. When I make electronic music, I listen to it again and again (especially on as many sound systems as possible), noting areas that need improvement, or hearing new ideas forming on top of what's playing. If I'm particularly inspired, I whip out this little app called Caustic and I make some "musical notes". Anyway, I'm really stoked on this track, and want to finish it up soon, so I made some mental notes of changes (all these different kinds of notes, eh?), and then I listened to some psytrance favorites. My phone and Bluetooth headphones both play well with others, so together, they're pretty stable.
I reached downtown in good time, and wanted to hit a bank machine before meeting up with friends for the first part of the night. I'm still getting used to the quirks and outright design flaws of my phone, so I still don't trust it that much, but I try to give it a chance when it seems appropriate. There, amongst the skyscrapers, I whipped it out (ha ha!) and turned on the GPS so I could let the mapping application find me, and then I could ask it for the nearest bank machine affiliated with my bank, or at the very least, a functional IOO cash machine. The search "worked", but the three "nearest" locations were at least 10 blocks away in any direction, and I didn't feel like walking that far, so I ventured into a nearby corner store, and found, much to my pleasant surprise, a bank machine affiliated with my bank. 'Tonight is going swimmingly,' I thought. I also thought, 'Brain: one, phone: zero.' Locally wealthier, I headed off to meet up with friends at the pub for phase one of a most excellent Friday night...
...I wasn't able to make it to RN (phase two) until a little after 0100, but I had a great conversation with the cabbie on the way, which kept building my energy. Arriving at Eri, I felt like a puppy that runs around and "says hi" to everyone by licking them in the face. Note, I didn't actually get that rowdy, I just felt that way. ;-b
The place was pretty full, but there was still room to move about the dancefloor with ease — pretty much my favorite density level for an indoor psytrance event.
Now, I gotta put in a word about a buddy of mine, who does the visuals now and then at RN. I like what he adds to the vibe, and last night, in particular, was a great example. He (probably with cooperation from the DJs) had taken the effort to synchronize the visuals with the music unmistakably (you know, sometimes it "sorta works" but not really) for at least one track, and I just loved it! Thanks for helping create a fun atmosphere, bud! (If you recognize yourself in this story, and you want your name emblazoned on the Web for all time*, let me know).
* or until I can't afford $12/year Web hosting
Phase three: the after-party. On the way there, I made a new friend (I keep meeting women who share her name, and who turn out to be cool — plus, I like the name, ha ha!). Our caravan stopped at her place to pick up her dog and bring him along to the party. He's smart, friendly, and looks very much like his mum. Before we arrived, we were forewarned that the dog's half-brother was already at our destination, and the two had issues (aw, so cute!). I get along great with dogs (though I've never tussled with attack dogs under command, but I guess that's kinda different), so I just thought it would be mildly entertaining, and, indeed it was. The two dogs are still unsure of who's the "boss", so they front like crazy and act all hard, but are hesitant to actually scrap. It was whimsical. Gradually, they calmed down and realized they'd just have to agree to disagree, and share the space. I think it helped that they both received a more-or-less equal measure of petting and attention from the humans. I wrastled with one, and he trapped my forearm in his jaws, but was gentle, only holding it, not even pinching. Such experiences always remind me how smart dogs must be to stay their instincts and abilities to tear us up, as a response to us trusting them to live in close proximity and share our lives quite profoundly.
It was light out by the time I started for home, and the buses were running again. Waiting at a stop, a friendly gent (who was apparently a panhandler, but absolutely not aggressive about it) made some small talk and, still feeling energetic, I engaged him and he gave me a synopsis of his life situation. We chatted for a while. When I was younger and more idealistic, I would long to solve everyone's problems, but eventually I realized that most of the time you can only give people a nudge, one way or another, through direct interaction. The nudge doesn't even have to solve a problem, necessarily; sometimes, it's useful simply in encouraging the recipient to keep fighting for happiness and goodness in life, so as the bus pulled up to the stop, I gave him an unusual and most unexpected parting gift. He thanked me kindly, and told me his name. I told him mine as we shook hands, and then I boarded the bus, looking forward to a nice long sleep. Who knows if we'll ever see each other again? Either way, we both walked away enriched by the experience. And it started with talking.