Jingle, Jangle, Jingle

Last night's DJing session went fine, although the crowd at the Renn isn't exactly a lively one. I mostly played hard, stompy industrial club tunes which appealed to the male dancers. The set after mine played gothier stuff, which brought out the female dancers. At one point, during my one "easy-listening" song (Delerium's "Flowers Become Screens"), a very drunk and flaming guy approached the DJ booth.

"Um, excuse me."

"Yes?"

"Can you play music that people who aren't here can dance to?"

This just about broke my brain. Drunk logic always astounds me. After a bit of quizzing, wildelf discovered that he in fact wanted to dance to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cindy Lauper.

And then a glam-looking blonde showed up. "Excuse me," she said. "Is there a theme to tonight's music?"

"Yes," said wildelf. "Old-school goth."

"Oh! Then can you play some Billie Holiday?"

Surprised, Th'elf said, "Oh, uh, I'm afraid I don't have any with me. Anything else?"

"Ok, then, how about Elvis?"

My eyebrows raised. "Elvis isn't at all old-school goth."

"Then how about some Roy Orgeh, Orbeh, uh, Roy Orby...."

"Roy Orbison?" I asked.

"Yeah! Him!"

Th'elf said, "That's definitely not old-school goth. We don't have any of that."

"Oh, then what's old-school golf?" (Yes, I'm sure she said 'golf.')

"Stuff like The Cure, Bauhaus, The Mission, Sisters of Mercy," said Th'elf.

"You mean like 80s stuff?"

"Sure."

"Well, I don't see how you can call that old-school golf. Fine, then. If it's 80s, I want to hear Madonna."

Sigh....

I'd forgotten this aspect of DJing.

snowy_kathryn and I just got back from the medical clinic, where we both received bad news regarding our feet. About three months ago, Kathryn cut her foot on a broken beer bottle. We removed glass from her foot, and when it didn't seem to be healing properly a month later, she went to a doctor who told her it was normal. It is nowhere near normal. There's a huge, red, hard painful lump on her foot, and she's always experiencing stabbing pains in it. He said that any glass in her foot would be "absorbed by her body."

What?

The doctor today didn't even look at it when he gave her his first professional opinion: "I don't know why you'd think there's glass in your foot."

Because she had a bunch of glass stab into her foot, dolt.

But when she insisted, he decided to send her for xrays, and of course there's a big piece of glass deep in her foot, amongst bones and scar tissue. And now she has to go in for complicated surgery to remove that glass.

And as for me, well, I'm just plain doomed, because I have a bone spur. Apparently, nothing that can be done for it aside from taking painkillers, icing it when needed, and avoiding anything that sets it off (which apparently includes both walking and sleeping, because it hurts like a bitch when I lie down. Sitting is ok, though).

I saw the spur on the xray. My heel, instead of being nice and round, has a nice, sharp, pointy bit stabbing out. It's the source of the mysterious, and not insignificant, foot pain which began Monday night.

The doctor told me that the spur was likely caused by repetitive movement, so I should quit dance. But how can my dance, which is much lower in impact than regular walking, be causing my bone spur?

I am not quitting dance. I'll quit my job (which is certainly harder on the feet: I'm constantly walking, twisting, and standing on concrete) before I'll quit dance. Now, more than ever before, I must find a different job--apparently one with less movement.

I need to do more research on this bone spur thing. Do you have bone spurs? How do you work with 'em?

And contrary to Kathryn's beliefs, pizza will not cure our feet.

So Sleepy

Decontextualized quotations of the evening:

"Don't stowel nap my pussy."

"I'm going to whip that cat into shape. She'll be the Linda Hamilton of pussies."

I just finished watching Date Movie and The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement. Both sucked.

f00dave is supposed to arrive sometime this evening, but I don't think he'll get here until the morning. Here's hoping he's having a straightforward, uneventful drive....

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