Things happen

it has been a very dancing weekend. salsa thursday, swing friday, contra sunday. i should also say swing saturday. thursday and friday were thanks in part to a favorite dance partner from the swing scene. she was back in town visiting and lured me out to salsa on thursday. we also met on saturday just before she got on the train and it seems that in most environments we were in we would dance. probably not more than ten or fifteen minutes would go by in any one place before we would start dancing.

and then there was the episode of driving to the rescue of three beautiful women with car trouble in the hills above carpinteria. my dancing friend B never actually made it to the swing dance friday night and when I called to find out why I found out that she and two friends were stuck with a bad car. so I left the dance early at 10:30 and drove off with lots of water for their radiator and chips and apples in case anyone was hungry. a bunch of contemplating of the engine, and delicately pouring water into the radiator, and dancing with B to nothing but our imagined beat, and just looking up at the magnificent city light free stars. around 01:00 we pulled into a gas station because they were starting to overheat again. the good news was we got it as far as civilization with gas stations and malls and all that, the bad news was we never got their car started again despite more radiator water and more gas. we pushed it to the mall parking lot and i drove them all home. it was noted that my IM reported me not going idle until 03:00 that night after i finally got home.

dance dance dance, and now i'm tired. goodnight.