Tis the season, yo. It’s time where we all get jollified and make conversations with strangers. In the past 24 hours, I’ve had two that just made my day:

I was out at the Bone and dancing with Ann. (A particularly attractive and wonderfully great follow who I met at ALX this past weekend.) We were having one of “those dances”. I thought it was pretty good, but this random person came up afterwards and was ranting and raving about how great it was.

“You guys were AWESOME! I’ve never seen such dancing like that! You never missed a beat! That was AMAZING! The two of you should get married!”

?!?!

“Well, I’ve got a certain lady-type who might not agree to that.”
“Doesn’t matter. Ditch her. I see it! I tell you! Y’all need to get married!”

Nod.
Smile.
Back away slowly.

And then earlier today, I was buying groceries for my “Orphan’s Thanksgiving” and was all prepared to go the bachelor route of buying a frozen pre-cooked turkey, I asked this old black lady what she thought of it. Long story short, I went from trying to get confirmation that I was getting a good turkey to getting talked into cooking my own turkey myself. Using a paper bag. Crazy.

–Snoopykiss has just become a fire hazard.

Blurry Blues

Originally uploaded by SnoopyKiss.

Some day, I’m actually going to go to St. Louis and check out the city instead of Blues dancing till 4AM. But until I get tired of dancing with goregous women, The Arch will have to wait.

This past weekend was no exception, as Cheap Thrills is a Blue Dance Workshop weekend put on by the main peeps of the Gateway City. One of my favorites being Sara, who graciously let me and 4 other Lindyhoppers lay waste to her place for the weekend.

The experience started off by jumping into a moving vehicle, and ended with two of my new favorite photos.

Another great part of the weekend was my entry for the “How Blues Can You Get” contest where one lucky winner got their registration refunded. My “Liquid Blues” entry came in Honorable Mention, while the winner was Miss Karen who came up with an actual song. I had no problem losing to actual talent.

For them that’s interested, here’s my Entry:

After a long day of work, or a really bad breakup, or finding out that
your grandmother just got mauled by a runaway combine harvester,
you’ve probably got “Da Blues”.

While modern medicine has made some significant progresses in curing
“Da Blues”, there are usually nasty side effects that occur when one
tries to circumvent the natural process of letting Da Blues pass over
them. These side effects are somewhere in the range of: Dry Skin,
Head Aches, Impotancy, Itchy-ness, Bitchy-ness, and having to pay too
much money for a pill smaller than your fingernail.

In my personal experience, and mind you, growing up in the Bayous of
Louisiana in a small town called Cut Off, one really gets to know the
meaning of Da Blues. Where was I? Oh yes, in my personal experience,
I’ve found much wisdom in the words of my friend Lee, “The only way
out is through!” With that said, the only way to cure Da Blues is to
get it in ya.

I propose: Liquid Blues.

1 Part Blue Curacao
1 Part Amaretto
2 Part Sprite

Wash, rinse, repeat until you no longer feel Blue.

Enjoy!
-Tommy “SnoopyKiss” Falgout.

P.S. MUCH experimentation went into creating the formula for this. 5
professional drunkards, 15 different types of alcohol, 2 packs of
blueberries, Blue KoolAid, Blue food coloring, Blue punch, Blue
Martini mix. Pretty much anything blue and edible/drinkable and a
well stocked liquor cabinet was fully utalized. But remember folks,
don’t try this alone. Drinking is always best with friends. I mean,
who else is going to take pictures to keep you from running for public
office?

In the persistent quest to better my dancing ability and fix my Overly Caucasion Syndrome, I attended the Paul and Sharon workshop this weekend. I picked up on all sorts of little tricks, moves and techniques, but if I had to say what concretely stuck in my mind (outside of the video of Laurie dancing) was that I finally know where to put my hand. And I’m sure all the ladies will love that.

And of course, no Dallas dance weekend would be complete without the proper cramming of as many people as possible at my place. As a result, I got in a fair amount of hot tubbing, some great company and even leftovers!

Amidst the active weekend, I was able to score tickets to my Kung Fu school’s Chinese New Year Celebration. Accompanied by the lovely Miss Erica, we now both know of some 10 year olds that could probably take me down.

After a (probably better off) cancelled date to go rockclimbing, I picked up the wackiest game in my PS2 collection. Katamari Damacy. The point of the game is to amass crap by rolling on it. The more you roll on, the bigger you get; the bigger you get, the more you can pick up. Don’t try picking up that cow too soon, he’ll get angry. Make sure to gather enough small children. Then you can move onto a Pachincho Store. Or my personal favorite: A Giant Squid. Well worth the $20.

–Snoopykiss needs a nap. But he’s going to Vegas, so don’t feel too bad.

Of course, thanks for everyone who helped organize this wonderous event. It kicked much arse! Unforunately, I had too much fun and my body’s making me pay for it now by being sick and stuff.

Some of my favorite highlights were:

* Riding the bull and doing a damn fine job of it, if I don’t mind saying. Video forthcoming.

* Meeting up with my parents and other relatives at Cafe Du Monde and seeing the “No Funk For Tommy Team” and hearing my dad say, “You know, your mom doesn’t have to know, but I’m proud of ya.”

* Getting a picture of me and my dad with me wearing my “Qui Est Ton Papa?” Shirt. Priceless.

* Walking down Burbon Street, and biting on Erica’s neck, and then running into my relatives again. Ack! As Stella said, “You turned a deep purple.”

* THE Blues Club

* Going to The Blues Club with the gang and then getting my relatives and parents to go inside. Then showing off.

* Watching my parents dance. This was pretty much THE highlight of my weekend. I can’t say how much that meant to me. It gave me an infinite number of warm fuzzies.

* The smallest Room / Shower in the world.

* Being a Marshall for the 2nd Line Parade. w00t! Free Umbrella!

* The Matrix Posings with Sharon. Where’s those pics, G?!

* Bowling Ball Dancing with Holly.

* The Last Dance with Jasmine.

Oh yeah, PICS ARE UP!

Long time…no post. Yeah. I know. This is me being concerned.

So, when life seems to hit you all at once, what do you do?
Take a weekend vacation to Austin for dancing and then take another weekend vacation to St. Louis for dancing!

Sounds like a good idea to me. No? Ok. Well, I went and did it anyway. And then what should I do when I get back?
I know! Build a dance floor! But don’t forget to take a picture of your floor.

Oh yeah, I forgot. I broke my camera trying to take an extreme closeup of my friend Rob projectiling out of a 2 story slide. Bugger. I think his kneecap is healed.

–SnoopyKiss is all about turning his logs from mono to dia. Even if you DO have to have a “ue” at the end of them. uuuuueeeee….

High school. 4 tortureous years, drenched in loneliness, angst and depression. Something I never wish to repeat. Amidst the teenage awkwardness, there’s supposed to be a night of freedom, a time of youthful revelry. This so-called Prom.

A lot has happened in 10 years, and I’ve gained the ability to put the past where it belongs and live life fully. So, when these opprotunities to dredge up the past arise, it becomes a challenge to face my life nose to nose.

So, I did it.
I went to Prom.
But this time, I could dance.

–SnoopyKiss wants to give props, where props are due: Thanks Hannah, for starting this, Clint for hosting myself and Heather, and Nate and all others for organizing this great weekend!

It had been a while since my last Exchange, so when it came time for Tulsa’s, I knew that I had to be there. I also brought along Lee and Miss Heather who found themselves .

On Size: No, LOLX was not a huge exchange, about 60 people or so. But with last year, I think that people were expecting something different.

On Quality: One of the things I loved most about this exchange were the people. So many cool people to talk to, so little sleep had. One of my new finds was a Lounge covers of of NiN, Papa Roach, Disturbed and other “Angry White Boy Music “(tm).

On Longevity: Arriving at 11PM on Friday and leaving 4AM on Monday, this gave us the maximum amount of Exchange for the minimal amount of vacation time (Read: 0 days).

On Pillow Talk: One of my favorite moments was finally getting a chance to sit down with an old college friend of mine who I “ran into” while in Denver about 6 months ago. It’s always intriguing to converse with someone who knew you 8 years ago. That and compare “Halle Stories”. 🙂

In Conclusion: For those that made it, I’m overjoyed to have spent a weekend with you. And those that missed, this may sound crude, but I’m glad you had your plans, as it wouldn’t have been the same Exchange if y’all crowded the place like a Tommy party.

On playing favorites: Without a doubt. But a close second.

Speaking of which…

Another month, another exchange. (Although that ratio is a lot lower this year.)

I’ve made many decisions in my now 28 years of life. Some have brought me great amounts of happiness, such as buying this house. Others…well, there’s a reason why I’m called SnoopyKiss. (Also realizing that a Variable Life Insurance Policy is not a worthwile investment for a Gen-X’er was another poor decision.) However, one of them will go down in my mental history books as being the wisest of them all. Staying in Denver those two extra days.

It wasn’t a quiet exchange. In fact, with all of the hundreds of pictures I took, you’d think that hardly danced a song. But I did. Mmm…Amber blues.

The Denver Exchange is a meeting of some of the best Lindyhoppers in the entire country. And not only are they good dancers…but they’re HOT!

So, why were those two extra days so great? Where else would I have gotten to compete in a cage dance competition, lindybomb the techno club upstairs with some sessy, sessy blues dancing downstairs, and have three women commandeer my camera to make a home video of “Why Tommy should move to Denver.”

And no, you can’t see the video.
And yes, it’s good to be the King.

Oh yeah. I got to pick out fetish wear for hotties.

—SnoopyKiss contemplates moving to Denver. But will they still respect me in the morning?

P.S. A few more shoutouts:

I wish I had more to say about Lindy Gras right now, but it’s pretty late in the night (or early in the morning) and after postponing this post for so long, the vivid memories of dances and follows are quickly being replaced with Perl code.

One speciality of this Exchange was that Heather and Lee got their Exchange cherry’s popped. I think they enjoyed themselves.

The invitation for the 2nd Annual Food and Spirits party just went out, and I’m amped! I plan on this being a bit more subdued than the last one, but still a good time with great people that know how to cook. Or at least know how to pick out great spirits.

–SnoopyKiss hates breakups.

Another weekend, another party.

This time, it was a bit more personal focused, than an all out, Crazy Go Nutz time. Some Okies thought that they could actually dance better than us, so by some miracle, they were actually able to follow directions and make it down to Dallas for the 2nd SmackDown.

There were some pre-dance activities which involved me showing off my “mad shuffleboard skillz”, and Heather (#6; Double-Three; C; Casey; < Insert Personalized designation here >) schooling everyone in pool. And I don’t mean: Winning. I mean: Slack jawwed Okie still has 4 solids on the table as she sinks the 8 and gloats. It was like all out Pool-sodomy.

Afterwards, there was a major good time at Party Central (Chez Falgout) involving some damn fine blues dancing and music, an interesting game of “I Never”, and a visitation from the local Police at 5AM.

–SnoopyKiss thinks it’s time to give in and buy a professional steam cleaner.