Over the Hump

[elfs]

Omaha and I went to "The Hump" last night, which if you read between the lines is the new dance night at the Wetspot CSPC for those people who find The Grind's techno-rave German-industrial dance music too loud, too young, and too annoying. (I never found the Grind that particularly crowded, so I wonder why they've spread the dance nights out to this new Wed-Thu-Fri Hump, Grind, and Spin sequence.)

When we got there a demonstration on high-frequency electricity (not static electricity, as even the owner of the violet wand claimed) and Omaha was a giggly and willing test subject.

I met two very cute furry boys, one even wearing nekomimi ears, playing with each other and while I talked to them, the one with the ears said, "Hey, he speaks Furry." It turns out they run one of the local furmeets, which I'm totally not plugged into anymore. I hadn't heard of them, and they hadn't heard of me. Sigh. I'm not even a footnote anymore.

Omaha and I danced like crazy, only to learn afterwards that neither one of us was as young as we used to be. My knees were killing me, and she threw her back out something awful. Later, we went into the back room for a little more intimacy, only to discover another couple playing in the swing and the young lady kept shouting, "Yes, daddy, yes, daddy." I understand that some people find that hot, but really, at this stage of my life it's just kinda gross. My issue, I know.

And thanks so much to lisakit for watching over the kids. Omaha and I so needed some adult time together.

Comments

[elfs.livejournal.com]

Yeah, my fault. I deleted the other one.

[athelstan.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the grey muzzle crowd. There is a gap between the under twenty furs and the over thirty furs. I'm not saying the gap isn't crossed, but it's real. I'm ok with it. I've been a grey muzzle sense I was about 18. Never understood that younger dancing and party "thing". I would much rather had a quiet evening of boardgames, talking and selective snuggles.