Shake that groovy postscript.

So this whole post will serve as a big P.S. to my previous post.

I thought of another problem regarding myself and infatuation:  I just seem to like girls that don't like me.  It goes hand-in-hand with what I wrote about liking girls that must be out of my league.  Also, when I said I hoped that the lyrics to The National's "Slow Show" would some day be true in my life, I meant that I hoped to some day tell someone that I dreamed about them and missed them for however many years until I saw them, not specifically twenty-nine years.  I really don't want it to take that long.

Okay, so after I published my previous blog, some things went down to ease my melancholy.  Jared and I went to Sammy's where their delicious pie shakes were half off, so I got a strawberry cheesecake shake and a Mountain Dew for $2.14.  Pretty sweet deal.  Then we came back to Sparks, got Dave and Jeremy to join us in playing Rock Band (we totally rocked out to the recently released Franz Ferdinand songs), and, as always, drumming was therapeutic for me.  After that we went to the Cinco de Mayo party going down in the clubhouse.  I was able to chill, eat some snacks, and talk to people.  The original party plan was to watch The Three Amigos, but a group of us had too much energy to sit down and watch a movie.  Thus, we decided to make a Slurpee run, and, if the mood was right, head up Hobble Creek Canyon for a dance party.  Those of you who followed my blog one year ago should remember me blogging about the dance parties we had last year.  They were definitely a highlight of the summer, and I have been looking forward to bringing them back this year.  Well, we got our Slurpees, and five of us (myself, Jared, Elyse, Kelli, and Megan) felt the urge to make magic happen.  After we dropped off three new guys who weren't too keen on the idea, we all piled into one car and started the adventure.

The canyon was open - it had been closed pretty recently - and after awhile we found the old spot where our other dance parties had taken place.  We parked Elyse's car, turned up the music, and got the party started.  Let me tell you, it was a blast, and it was exactly what I needed.  Just letting loose and dancing really helped decimate my melancholy.  It's hard to not shake off the stress to groovy music.  Everyone was getting into it, and we all had a great time.  A lot of pictures were taken, and I may have to include some of the best ones in a future post once I get access to them on Facebook.  It's incredible how quickly circumstances can change, or at least attitudes.  I had a great night, I'm not so bothered by my social status, and I feel more optimistic for the future.

Now I need to make some awesome Hobble Creek Canyon dance party mixes for the near future.  I shall enjoy compiling those mixes mucho.  Anyway, it's late, and I need sleep.