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Well, it's over. The big event is done. For now. Tomorrow, I'm sure that people will have things to complain and yell about. But for now, it's over.
I came home with "Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen" in my head, as it was the last number in the show, ready to dance, and with my 1930s dress and shoes on to boot! But CG is at his place, and roommate is asleep, and Mister ain't standing on two legs for anybody, so I'm out of luck. Mostly just shadow dancing for me tonight.
I'm not ready to go to sleep yet; I really should have gone out dancing tonight. I'm still buzzing, but I know I'll hit the ground soon enough. I should go write in my paper journal, so I can say what I really think. Isn't that strange? This is more like a chat room or a message board than a real journal. Or at least I've chosen to make it so. It's too much of a community feeling for me to pour myself out comfortably.
What a day. What a long, long day.
To bed I go, with my trusty Swing Kids soundtrack leading the way...
I came home with "Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen" in my head, as it was the last number in the show, ready to dance, and with my 1930s dress and shoes on to boot! But CG is at his place, and roommate is asleep, and Mister ain't standing on two legs for anybody, so I'm out of luck. Mostly just shadow dancing for me tonight.
I'm not ready to go to sleep yet; I really should have gone out dancing tonight. I'm still buzzing, but I know I'll hit the ground soon enough. I should go write in my paper journal, so I can say what I really think. Isn't that strange? This is more like a chat room or a message board than a real journal. Or at least I've chosen to make it so. It's too much of a community feeling for me to pour myself out comfortably.
What a day. What a long, long day.
To bed I go, with my trusty Swing Kids soundtrack leading the way...
