Loose, footloose...

80's night at the Soulbar around the corner from my house is apparently a big time event here in Augusta, GA. The place is filled beyond capacity by 10 PM, people are moving and grooving, some in costume and you would bet money that the A/C just isn't working. Last night kicked off with a little pre-game session of 007s at my place with John and Andy (the neighbors) and Syd. 007 has got to be the easiest tasting drink I've ever had the good luck of tasting. Little Orange Vodka (O), equal parts OJ (O) and 7 UP (7). Tasty as fuck. Anyway, these drinks were going down easy and on a lot of empty stomachs, the state of drunk was upon us all rather quickly.

When we collectively made our way over to the bar, we all wedged in and began to just pour sweat out of every pore and crevice on our bodies. The dancefloor was in full tilt, bodies wedged up on the tiny stage that I recently saw El Scorcho play a few weeks back. The line at the bar was 10 deep, and way in the back of the place was a familiar face from work, a dude name Andy who works in our warehouse. Eventually Joolie got off work and arrived to join in the madness around 1 AM. From 10 PM to 3 AM, it was drink, dance, drink, dance, sweat, dance, sweat, dance...and let me tell you, dancing with Syd and Joolie as partners is kind of like living in the afterglow. Both girls are incredibly sexy and have the moves to make you lose your shit.

Whenever I am out with Syd and Joolie, and they are sexing it up, the wolves come pouncing. I get into big brother mode and basically feel like it's my job to keep them out of harm's way. This is exhausting work at times, and ultimately just gets me in trouble with all parties. I wanted to punch in the face no less than 5 dudes last night throughout the evening. Thankfully I made it home alive without starting a fight with anyone. I need to work on this issue for real. I'm like uberterritorial about my female friends...and sometimes it makes me seem like a douche.



Anyway, the after party consisted of Joolie, Andy from work and Syd coming back to my place for a night cap and eventually Andy and Joolie made their way home and Syd made her way to the couch to pass out. Having people over to my apartment was cool. It was nice to finally be able to host an event, now that I have my shit and all. I woke up today feeling like a bag of assholes, and I'm currently muddling through a closing shift at work until midnight. But I'm still thinking about last night and how much to my chagrin I'm 2 for 2 on going out in Augusta.

And just when I thought this week couldn't get any better...Brother Mike called and said that 10 DVD's containing all my mp3's and photos are on their way down come Monday. I sent him my busted External Hard Drive and he managed to recover all my stuff from it. What else can happen this week? My movers arrive! My job is going well! My social life is booming! And I will have all my music back!

From the lowest of lows to the highest of highs.