soeffinhappy

Oh how good to be home. After ten days rotting in a hotel in a toilet called Streetsboro, OH I'm oh so glad to be home. I don't understand a lot of these small towns. In the place that I was it it seemed to be residantial areas surrounding mini-malls and chain restaurants. Driving to work everyday felt like I was driving through a really long highway rest stop. I like small towns. I like the feeling of community and the isolation. I like the quiet nights and I like the little pockets of culture and harmony. This wasn't like a small town though. I asked the people I was working with where to find a good place to eat and they said
"Appleby's is pretty good."
"They have them in PA, I'm not a big fan. Are there any interesting local restaurants?"
"There's a chili's about fifteen minutes down the highway."
How can you like living in a place like that? It really makes me appreciate living in Philadelphia. God, I love this city. Last night I went dancing at Silk City. Not exactly my kind of place. It seemed way too full of hipsters and lame white guys doing lame white dances. I do not consider myself an excellent dancer but I do have fun while doing it. That's what the people last night didn't realize, that dancing is about having fun, releasing the tension of your life and just letting yourself go with the music. Oh, and moving your hips. Here's some advice: if you're going dancing, don't worry about what your arms and legs are doing just take the advice of George Clinton, "Put a glide in your stride and dip in your hip and come on to the mothership."
Go see Se7enheads at the Pirates Den tonight. You won't regret it.