Dancing In Socks And A Soft Spot For Penelope

Running My Own Plans

With an hour to prepare for the rest of the night and only a small portion dealt to writing within these pages, I praise the wealth in my growing effectiveness. I have my own little establishment now, where people call me for plans instead of me shopping around. It might be a small collaboration of people who have the same ideas of fun and tonight I might have received some setbacks but I know, with time, people will only get keenly interested.

Soon people will, as their greedy selves, with spite, need be take a piece of my pie and of course, I won’t relent to mutineers. Today I had a relatively good day despite my ongoing sickness which now stems to mild conjunctivitis and tonight I will sweat it all out with a vigorous workout at Chevy’s. I’m looking forward to tonight at the Catholic Club and then migrating to Chevy’s as all the girls that I danced with the prior week might be there again.

Therefore, I’ll have to listen to a lot of music and muster up enough confidence to make the same grooves work as last weekend. News flash, I just called up Keith and asked him to bring over a dance CD so those grooves will definitely be in me. For me, it will be just like taking a hit but natural. Keith’s also bringing down Tamsen for the night so we’re going to be one big happy family…

Johnnie Calls Back

Some more late breaking news of late and then some artifacts of my day. When coming back home tonight, as soon as I walked through the door mum yelled out from upstairs advising me that Johnnie was on the phone. Picking up the phone I knew it could only be a good vibe as if Johnnie wanted to avoid me he just wouldn’t call. However, Johnnie is too good a man to consider dogging as he values friendship as much as I.

Chatting about the current night, Johnnie told me that he was heading to the Catholic Club with the regulars and that he had to work tomorrow but I figure he’d be persuaded to head down to Chevy’s for the night. Being a touch greedy, I feel that I need as much friends with me for the night to bring me out and make me less of a reticence. With friends there, I feel like they are a circle around me shying away the criticism so I can be more open.

Without their elaborate defense I would be just as lost and lowly as the finer days of my adolescent trepidation. With plans made I told Johnnie that I would look around for him if we could see each other and if worse came to worse, I would call him out on the paging service. As Johnnie noted he would be sitting upon the comfortable chairs we said our good-bye’s and then I made the next call.

Dancing In Socks

Between the first and the second call, because I had to load up the computer to regain Tyler’s phone number as I have it on a listing, I had to wait and wait and wait. For some reason, the computer just wouldn’t load up after a couple of tries and I sat there, comforted by the loud music I had playing in the background whilst dancing a storm in front of my mirror. Let me just digress to note that my speakers are definitely losing their punch after so many years.

In the big picture, I have the option of buying a new set of speakers and an amplifier for my system but that could be at least one year away. Far from those distorted bass lines and those crackling tweeters, I was trying a couple of new dance steps to move around on the floor for tonight. Walking up the stairs to grab my food, I even busted a few moves walking up the stairs, using the stairs as a sequence of half-sliding pirouettes.

Moving the feet forward abruptly but in a smooth flow and waving those puppies around like there was no labor day. There was even a stint where I headed into the darkness of the room that leads to the backyard and whilst there, I kept spinning and doing fancy pirouettes to my dancing content. The floor is polished and on my socks it was so easy to spin around and create some funky steps.

Keeping the same enthusiasm with the music pumping, I headed back into my room and still with my work shoes on, I made a little boo-boo. Keeping my right foot in the air as I slowly moved it forward whilst crossing my arms twice in front of my body and then doing a locomotion move with them, I placed down my foot in this motion and heard a cracking noise.

Knowing that I had stepped on one of the pairs of my glasses, I hoped that it wasn’t the much used pair and when noticing I had broken a hand from the blue lens glasses, I was distraught for my new look. What’s worse is that the frames were glued to the lenses so I couldn’t pop it out and fix the problem easy by exchanging the purple lenses. So, I’ll have to buy some new pairs soon or just don’t worry about it altogether as I’ll be buying the better glasses within two weeks.

Calling Round For Tonight

As you might also know, I tried giving Shawn a call who wasn’t home and when I gave Keith a call minutes later hoping they would be together, I was given the clue that Shawn might have been coaxed into going out with Ralf. Shawn sounding reserved when I called him last and from his seemingly sneaky passiveness, I knew something would happen regarding him tonight. Shawn might have had some plans with Ralf tonight in which he cared not to tell me and it would be good if he came out with us tonight but as the trend is for tomorrow night, I don’t think he’ll have the will to head out to the City.

Giving Nero a call, he seemed to be sick tonight as he wasn’t at work and his phone rang out considerably at home so, what’s happening there. There is going to be some face at the Catholic Club tonight and maybe Anders will be there for a consecutive third weekend. How do you like that, for the last three weekends we’ve been heading to Chevy’s mostly because it was my idea. Back in the day I never used to want to head to Chevy’s or the Catholic Club because Keith was dominantly making the plans and as I know, he suckers you in with lies.

This time around, I have the power to chose whether I will have fun or not and because they are my plans, I know that I can trust on myself to have a good night. The only time I felt elated was when the mention of the City would storm us but in the whole time I’ve been acquaintances with Keith, the City has been so obsolete and so quaint a lie.

Hints About Penelope

Writing in some more of my secret code today at work and on the train, no one ever gets to see it but I feel good writing in what no one else would understand. It also gives me a rise when people look over at what I’m writing on the train and then think to themselves “What the %#*@!” reading my jargon. Anyway, for a wayward contradiction to the usual explanatory principles I portray, I shall shock against my usual word.

I don’t want to drop a bomb on you yet as I have been giving subtle hints through chronology of my stance upon Naqi and Penelope and the loathing attached but because of some recent incidents related to such stints, I waver my mind’s leniency. I won’t drop the bomb on you as yet but I’ll just say that lately, I feel more inclined to feel for Penelope than I usually do and some of that has to do with a certain attraction that for some strange reason still looms but never builds further than thought.

The history regarding me and Naqi is simple. I got to know him as a friend, we became best friends, we started going out with best-friend girlfriends and then I started to see him for the person he was. To Naqi, life was always a competition to be on top and it showed with his ostentatious lusting sessions with Penelope in front of us, thinking that we would gargle over it instead of our usual disdain.

Naqi and I separated our friendship and grievances when with a small gesture against respect, finally had me calling him the dog he is for siding with Lyssa to which he’s still doing now. The history regarding Penelope since her advent into our lives has also been simple. I thought she was attractive when first we met them but her attitude was just a bit too much like mine, just with more of a pretentious twist.

The only reason I started loathing Penelope was because she would be spurred on with Naqi’s showing off in which she would also succumb to the stupidity of such behavior. When Naqi and I ceased to be friends I thought why not kill two birds with the one stone even though it was only Naqi I hated. I hated Penelope for being with Naqi and still wish them to break up but because Lyssa was always telling me of her going out with Naqi and Penelope, I hated Penelope for being so naïve and letting the two of them become better friends.

Seeing Penelope From A Cab

Until today, I never really had a grudge against Penelope and when Keith and all that used to kick sand in her face with words, I would go along with it but always think that this wasn’t the reality of my hatred. Deep down, beneath all this malevolent spite there hides a sincere guy, seeing the light and knowing that there could be peace between Penelope and I.

The reasoning for such surmise was always looming in the air but it recently sprouted with my last call to Imad. In addition, today when I was delivering a document and I caught a cab, I furthered my assumptions when we pulled up to a red light and there, right next to the car was Penelope. Grabbing one or two looks into the taxi, I felt like a knight and her like a squire as she had to walk to get to her destination but spiteful loathing aside, I almost felt the need to raise my hand and break a deadlock of wordless void created by my scuffle with Naqi.

In truth, I don’t mind Penelope and as long as Naqi was out of the picture, I wouldn’t care if she was sitting next to Lyssa and I when we were catching the train into the City. Seeing Penelope walk into the family court, her lingerie clad tight to the lining of fiber from her pants as she walked up the steps, the taxi made its way around the corner to which I jumped out for my destination.

Heading into one of the chambers, I didn’t look back to see if Penelope would walk past but rather, I looked at the reflection of the marble where the elevator buttons were to see if she would look into the loft and see me before walking past. Seconds before walking around the corner I did see her heading up the street towards my direction but as usual, she will only glance at me once or twice quickly whilst I am almost staring at her.

Obviously she would be pissed off and edgy but she kept her calm and acted as if she knew I was there but didn’t want to satisfy me by getting frustrated. When the document was delivered I quickly caught a cab and pointed it down the rest of Elizabeth Street in hopes that I would get to check out Penelope before she walked back into her building. However, there was no such luck and discrepancy hangs around what I think to be luck.

Not Minding Penelope

So there you have it, I don’t mind Penelope. In a way, I don’t really care if she would be there with Lyssa if I was at Chevy’s instead of hiding in some corner but I would be more contempt if she shared quieter and more personal time, like on a congested train. In a way, Penelope still has too big an ego when with Naqi and some of that might have been deflated due to their constant arguments but if she only knew, she would be humble pie.

In honest truth, as I have always thought in the back of my mind, Penelope is alright, she’s good looking I admit. Therefore, I let my male sovereignty take over when it comes to leniency and although I say I feel sorry for what she’s obliviously going through, I also want to speak to her again because she would be a decent face to look at. That might sound a touch chauvinist so I’ll explain my other motives.

The way I figure, if I tell Lyssa “Tell Penelope that I’m not angry at her anymore and not to be alarmed if I wave hello to her” and that word gets through, whichever way Penelope handles the news, Naqi will be envious. Imagine if Naqi heard that I was at Chevy’s and Penelope was dancing around me and liking it. Imagine if he heard I danced up on her and what can he do because he’s such a cowardly shit.

Too much temper, not enough action and for such a long spiteful session from me, he won’t do shit. However, I don’t do this out of spite for Naqi but if something along these lines ever happens, it will be mostly because I feel it is due and because I’m tired of fighting an fallacious fight. With Naqi yes, but not with Penelope just because she seems to be with Naqi.

So there you have it, my leniency due to spiteful revenge, lustful tendencies to reverie and the basic pull for common sense. That’s it from me for tonight, I’ll have to give Tyler a call now to see if he’ll pick me up soon. That’s it from me for tonight, I’ll have to give Tyler a call now to see if he’ll pick me up soon.