~ Dancing at the Balcony ~

It had been a long time since I had gone dancing, by the time that I went dancing this Friday night. Honey Bear and Poopy were in town for the three-day weekend, and I had prepared myself for a party-fun-night. Honey Bear and Poopy never came out, so fuck'em, I went dancing alone. (And by "alone", I mean "with Josh"). We went to what has been voted as "best dance club in Boise", The Balcony, but my hypothesis is that the vote is by default, as there is a dearth of quality dancing opportunities in the city of trees. Actually, the Balcony happens to be my favorite place to go dancing, but considering that I basically loathe all of the other dancing opportunities in town, I am growing tired of always going to the same place.

Additionally, I have some complaints about the place. Firstly, one of the Balcony's strong points is its hightened acceptance of all individuals. Gone to an extreme, however, this can lead to the establishment being packed with annoyingness. For example, the Balcony is located a mere two blocks from the Qwest Arena which can overwhelm the downtown area with the opposite of downtowners when hosting such activities as hockey games, Styxx concerts, and as what was taking place on Friday, the "Raw Wrestle Mania Revenge Tour". What I find rather interesting is the fact that the Balcony is a gay club, yet on Friday when the "Raw Wrestle Mania Revenge Tour" was over, it became the party venue for the wrestling fans. Secondly, while the Balcony can play a lot of good music that I want to dance to, such as nasty hip hop, it has a tendency to play Miscellaneous Techno Song way too many times. AND, while I love Madonna and Cher, I am of the opinion that their music is played too much at the Balcony. For example, on Friday while I was there, I heard the exact same remix of that one Madonna song I don't know the name of three times. Therefore, because of both the crowd and the music, this was my response at about 1:15 in the morning.

Upon our arrival at the establishment, Josh and I were awestruck by the older gentleman who was dancing. He was probably about 75 and was wearing a silk button-up shirt with brightly colored fish. And he was dancing his soul out. It was amazing.

We ordered drinks and sat down to drink them until we felt like shaking our bottoms. Here are some exciting photographs of myself during this period.

The dancing started when the song which we have informally named "The San Francisco Song" projected from the speakers. Everytime that "The San Francisco Song" comes on, it is necessary for us to dance in an almost-slow motion affected-theatrical/flamoyant/overly-dramatic manner. Which is fun! "And it made our hearts ache for San Fransisco" (--Josh, 2006).

Once the dancing started, it wasn't about to be contained. Yet, it wasn't what I would call a packed venue, that evening. Nor was it attractive. This is my observation grounded in typecasting and mistrust... it seems that many people who are obsessed with watching sporting events are themselves very out of shape who wear nothing but sports fitness attire and sneakers. This is ironic, I find. So all of the wrestling fans were taking over the dance floor with their poorly-navigated and rigid dancing.

During the songs which I didn't particularly care for, such as "Miscellaneous Techno Song", I took some photos of our shoes and of Josh's hands.

At some point, I went to utilize the ladies' loo, and when I returned, I found that my favorite nasty rap song was playing. So I went onto the dance floor myself and danced and danced. Fortunately, there was plenty of space for me to get my dance moves on. And behind me some wrestling fans decided to emulate their non-wrestling-fans homosexual counterparts, by taking off their shirts and dancing. Josh opted to photograph this.

As is evidenced from the photos, I enjoy dancing in a somewhat silly manner.

So we danced and danced, and imbibed. Then we left and walked to my place. On our way, Josh opted to rest on the soft grass of the Idaho State Legislature grounds and later relaxed in my new large red comfy chair. The next morning, I didn't feel so good and spent time relaxing myself in my comfy chair.

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