Dancing at the Highball Club #1

In April 22, 2016, I had a very enjoyable experience dancing. The evening occurred in two parts. The first part was in the Highball Club. The second part was dancing on the street and on a balcony above the crowd.

This page will be about the Dancing at the Highball Club.

Theory of Everything

First, let me back up one day. For something I am very happy about, and happy about it on the evening.

Just one day prior to this evening, I had completed my First Draft of my “Theory of Everything”.

This is the Ultimate Holy Grail of Physics, which nobody has been able to do before, and I have done. In only 3 pages, I showed how all energies, all particles, all mass, and all motions are created from the fundamental “Universal Energy”.

The detailed book is in progress. But this…this is the Grand Summary. Where I can get the main ideas across to the people. I made this available, for those who wanted to read it (upon request only!).

I had just finished that one day earlier. And those who requested it, I sent a copy. That was where I was at when I went to the Dance Party.

The Genius had done his job well…now it is time for the Dancer to come out and play!!!

The Purpose of the Party

The purpose of the party was for two of my German friends. One of whom was leaving the next day. Thus, this was a fun party set up as excuse to have fun.

We met at the Highball Club. There would be a live band (Swing and 1950s Rock), with a dance floor in the center.

I saw several friends there, including a few I hadn’t seen in a long time. There were also a few whom I had never met.

I sat down next to Klana - one of the German visitors. The first thing she said to me was “Congratulations on your accomplishment” (referring to my Theory of Everything Summary). I was pleased. Pleased that she commented on it.

I talked with each of my friends for a bit, while the band got set up and started playing. I noticed nobody was dancing. Nobody. Not just of my group, but in the entire room.

I thought “I am going out there!! I don’t know why nobody else is dancing, but I will!”

Dancing Myself on the Dance Floor

I enjoy dancing, and I want to dance. I was going out there even though I was the only one!

I wore my leather pants of course…and went out there…just me in my leather pants. Dancing to whatever music they played.

The advantage of being the only one on the dance floor is that I had the entire dance floor to move!! I could go anywhere, do anything, and not think about bumping into anyone. Complete freedom!

For three or four songs, I just danced, whatever I felt.

The bandleader at one point took a pause to say a few words. Including commenting on me! He said something about “Special thanks to our Dancer!”

I don’t know if it was because I was good, or because I was having fun. Or simply because I was responding to their music and being the only one out there. But that was nice.

A short time later, I started to get female friends out there dancing with me. One on one. Two of them and me. Different women at different times.

We had a great time. A few days later, one of the women said “You light up like a light bulb!” and “Thanks for glowing!”

One woman I hadn’t seen in years, but she remembered me well. We danced a few songs together.

During that time, others began to join. The other people along the booths, and the other tables, they gradually began to join the dance floor. Now the dance floor was going….

More people came in the door as well, and more people to the dance floor.

By that time, I had been dancing a long time, and decided to just sit out for a while, just sitting next to my friends.

Admired for My Dancing and Being Myself

The group had decided that they wanted to leave, and go to a different part of town. So we all got up and gathered outside.

While some of them were discussing where to go next, I got one of the best compliments ever from a guy there.

This guy was absolutely enamored with me. He admired me greatly. He was enthusiastically admiring me.

He admired me for my leather pants, and said he wanted one. He admired me for my courage to go out there on the dance floor…when there was nobody else, and just start dancing. He admired me for the way I was being myself, and didn’t care what anyone else thought.

I loved that. A lot.

He was deeply enamored, he was sincere. And he and I had never met before.

What could be better than that?

Perhaps dancing on the streets, and on a stage above a crowded night club area? That, as it turned out would be next….

[More to come in the next blog!]