I’ve been described as an enthusiastic dancer, which is about as close to a compliment as I probably deserve. I like to dance and if I’m drunk I’ll go at it hard.
I know I danced very enthusiastically with Nyoko and Aiko. This was at Pacha since we were right there and it was late in the night to be choosy. Still, I kept up with those girls. Aiko constantly rubbed-up against me and posed for Nyoko who took pictures. Very stylized moves that she’d obviously learned from dance videos. Then it went the other way and I danced with Nyoko. Somewhere in Japan there’s a thousand pics of us on the Pacha dance floor.
Or there used to be.
But yeah, I kept up with those girls. For at least as long as they paid attention to me. Only when they stopped did I begin to slow down. It was very late by then, and I’d already had a time. A tale. I couldn’t dance anymore and was happy to watch them together as I slowly faded into the distance.
For some odd reason there was a bit of a rush close to 4:00 or so. Things should have been slowing down; but instead the club got an influx of a bunch of people. I’d got separated from the girls and was just doing one last walk-thru since I doubt my future holds many more late nights at Pacha.
So I took my time as I wandered the various floors of the club. Perhaps my last night on Earth in a place such as this. I absorbed the experience of the primate zoo like an anthropologist: watched the hairless monkeys in their shiny clothes as they gyrated and swayed excitedly to the repetitive rhythms that approximated music. Until, like that man from Mars who ate-up bars and went back to space,
I’d had enough hassle with the human race.
As I worked my way out the club I was suddenly intercepted by the girls. Their faces were flush and wet with sweat. Seemingly afire. And they were with someone new. An Asian guy.
“Lodo!” they said excitedly.
Nyoko exchanged a few words with the Japanese guy. I don't know wher she dug him up. He wore a black apron and dark shirt with a fish logo on the breast. He looked as though he worked at a sushi restaurant. He definitely didn’t look like someone who’d go to Pacha.
Nyoko had to get right in the guy's ear cause the music was so loud and he could only translate for me in fits and starts.
“They say,...they don’t know where you live...but,...if you want,...they’d split cab a with you.”
I looked at the girls; both of whom beamed with wide smiles and glittery eyes. Aiko danced in place. I was about to answer when Nyoko suddenly turned her wrist-watch towards me. It read 4:35; but she quickly tapped the face of the Swatch where it pointed to 5:00. Then she inverted her front fingers into two little legs and made like they were walking out the club.
“Okay, I told her. We dance ‘til 5:00, right? Then we go.”
I knew we had confirmation cause the sushi guy just walked back into the crowd like a movie-dissolve; to the mysterious place from which he came.
* NOTE: Due to the length of this post, I'm going to split it into another installment. Hope to have final segment next time around.
* *NOTE: Pics # 3 and # 6 are mine. All rights reserved (as if there's any material interest in a Lodo Grdzak pic!). The rest of the pics were stolen from Google and are displayed simply to enhance the story.
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