Dancin' in the Club

So I don't have any pictures to add to the experience of this post but I'm starting to fall behind and need to catch up on posting before even more exciting things happen.

Saturday: Hung out with Otto for awhile as he was selling art on the street. This guy named Erik also came and joined our conversation for awhile. He was a tall black man and extremely energetic and excited about quitting his prescription Xanax bars; a decision he had made 3 days earlier and had resulted in him having not slept since. After drinking with friends Amanda eventually joined us and we decided to follow Otto and Erik to St. Roch; it was "bounce night." St. Roch is the local bar that has been claimed by krust punk kids. The part of town it resides in is a tad sketchy but on "bounce night" the bar is packed with punk and ghetto kids all trying to do the same thing: get their booty dancin' on. The DJ was great, and though I had not booty danced since 9th grade homecoming, it was a lot of fun. Dancing with friends and strangers a like, we didn't end up leaving until almost 5 in the morning. At some point there were these 2 girls that were dancing in the middle of the floor. Their dancing became more exaggerated until it basically looked like they were trying to have sex right there in front of everyone. I went outside and missed what happened next but apparently it ended with a fight and one of them being thrown out of the bar. St. Roch is a bizarre place.

Last night: Finally got to see my first house show in New Orleans. I excepted it to run on the same time schedule as Raleigh house shows, if not worse, but I was mistaken. When I got there I caught the end of the last band. They were good, but over too soon. So I mingled, talked to friends, and tried to meet new people, despite the fact that I was not feeling that socially adept at the time. I'm glad I got to go though. My friend Takiaya was leaving town directly from the party and I got to say goodbye as she was heading out for the interstate. She said she's going to try and head for Asheville eventually so I'll hopefully see her again. Otto is also leaving tomorrow but is also going to eventually try to head home along a path that takes him through Asheville.

I suppose this is the nature of living in such a transient place. Everyone's on the move all the time and just as soon as you make new friends, they're gone. But here I am playing the same game. Two more weeks now till I'm off for Portland but damn I'm going to miss this place.