danseparc ROCKKKKKKSSSSSS!!!!!
What a night!!! it started out with the mixed bag of seeing my lovely friend Sandy but getting dragged to Midnight Rodeo (and if you don’t know how I feel about kuntry bars then you really won’t get this)… So, we’re in the bathroom and three different chicks chose to inform me that I am HOT. This also happened at Numbers last night on the dance floor; I actually erupted into laughter for lack of a better response when two lovely young girls approached me to say “my friend and I think you’re HOT”. But I digress, I slipped away from the kuntry bore at the earliest opportunity both due to a stultifying case of boredom and a burning desire to get to Numbers for the second night in a row to attend a much-neglected danseparc. Amazingly, in my absence, danseparc has flourished and gained a terrific following. I truly had a fantastic time. Numbers can really be a hit or miss type of night out and since last night was a lot of fun I was fully prepared that tonight could turn out to be pretty lowkey, which was fine by me because all I wanted was to dance (post-holiday-binge guilt workout phase). Well, the place was ROCKING when I got there, but as usual I was expecting to dance by myself, greet a few regulars, etc. I like to dance by myself at Numbers, I PREFER to dance by myself at Numbers … but what a GREAT crowd!!! I ended up dancing with a couple of separate groups of beautiful people who insisted on informing me that I am HOT. I’m actually wondering whether there is a local conspiracy of younger people who are hellbent on warping my self image into thinking I am somehow HOT to people their age. But again, I digress … great people, great music, great fun… I had a great time. Oh, and Shu touched my tush, not once, but TWICE… I might just have a wet dream tonight. Unless that WAS my wet dream… heh. THIS is what makes Numbers the best damn club in Houston… rock on danseparc, I shall strive not to neglect you again!