Going Out, The Economy

I went out with the neighbors downtown Minneapolis.  It was fun but drinks were so expensive and I totally got hustled at the bar by a bachelorette party.  I love music and I love to dance and I love to drink.  There's just something about it.  So i was doing my thing, feeling the alcohol and moving to the music.  I always find a little open spot and just dance by myself it seems like. Don't know why.  I just love when the music feels like its surging through your every vein and all you can do is just move.  Dancing is surreal in these moments.  Everything else doesn't even matter.  Its just you and the music.

I was so hot so I went outside to cool off and they were playing some good stuff outside.  then all of a sudden Jackson 5 came on and I could barely contain myself.  I was dancing all over on the sidewalk.  People were walking by and looking at me.  Cops were walking by and i still kept going.  Then someone walks up to me, points to the window in the bar behind me and says, "everybody in there loves your dancing.  Keep going."  I turn around to look and there's like 10 people looking out the window at me.  They're laughing, clapping and taking pictures.  

I feel like dancing is almost spiritual.  Its like enlightenment.  I rarely feel more alive then when I'm moving to music.  Why don't people feel free to dance?  People talk to me and they say its awesome, but yet they won't join.  Why?  Especially guys.  I don't get it.  Fear? Afraid to embarrass themselves?  who knows.

 I've spent about 100 dollars on booze since Saturday... and its Friday morning.  I don't think thats right.  Especially since I don't make that much and work is cutting me back to 32 hours a week, aka 16 hours less on every paycheck.    Oh well, it is what it is.  When they told me they're gonna' have to cut back i was surprisingly cool with it.  Actually a little excited inside.  Hopefully it will help me appreciate my job more.  I've only been there 6 months, which is actually a long time for me at a job.  I think about quitting all the time.  This whole 40 hours a week thing isn't really for me.  Maybe I'll change someday.  I just want something that I love that moves me.  A place where I can help people, where I feel free, where I desire to go, where I can make a difference in the world.  A place where I don't look at the clock or countdown to the weekend.    I know, I know.  Keep dreamin' son,  keep dreamin'.