3:30 A.M.
I walked up to the dj booth to say hello.
He pulled me aside to introduce me to some guy.
"This is Kelly. She's an amazing writer."
I thought to myself, "Yeah, like he even knows anything about my writing."
He carried on in conversation, "She wrote me an email last week and I was totally impressed with the way it flowed so well. She's so articulate."
Then out of nowhere some girl came up and gave him a hug.
I walked off.
The attraction was suddenly dead. She wasn't even cute from far away, in the dark, after 6 drinks, with a bag over her head, and perfect mood music playing in the background.
I went upstairs and watched as the groupies gathered around him.
I thought to myself, "Hell no. Never again. I remember when I dated James. It was a total joke. I couldn't even take his friendship seriously after losing trust in him. How the hell can you trust a guy who's so wrapped up in his P.R. that he loses his whole sense of self?"
I thought about sending him some of my real stuff, but I retracted the thought after a brief feeling of mistrust.
I don't even know this guy. Why the hell would I send him my writings, foolishly inviting him into my twisted little world?
When Heidi and I went upstairs to dance shorty and his buddies followed us up. They pretty much followed us all night.
I actually considered giving shorty my number just to see if he would call.
He's been a little player ever since I've noticed his existence.
We also ran into Jeff and Michael.
Jeff said he'd like to join us for my birthday celebration next Saturday, so I gave him my number. It would be nice to see him and his girlfriend. I always have a blast when I get a chance to dance with them in the club. They really know their stuff and I love to learn the latest steps!
Michael offered to burn me another cd. He said his roomie is a local dj and he's always got the best vinyl.
I couldn't help but think back to John Cusak in the movie, "High Fidelity".
I love that flick.
And the part where he says, "I'll make you a tape", always makes me smile.
You can't help but smile when a great dj offers to make you a mix that is personalized especially for you.
It's damn late, and I know I probably won't wake up in time to go to Casadega.
I guess it's just as well.
I need my sleep, and I've got a lot of packing to do.
I'm sure I'll make it there some day...
