Last night I broke out of my agoraphobic bubble and went to The Echo to meet up with Megasoul. I decided, on a whim, to bring my hoop into the club with me…just in case there was room to dance with it.

Since there was no cover, the dance floor was packed, but I did manage to find a little corner in which to do my thing. I had a blast, with the exception of the dumb ass who seemed to think that my having a hula hoop was akin to my standing there wiggling my butt at him in piiiiiink paaaanties [letters slightly scrambled to prevent all the people that were coming to my site after searching for fuchia underwear, know what I mean?] that said “Yes, YOU!” I managed to shake him off eventually, and then much fun was had.

However, note to self: get some of those glow necklaces to tape length-wise along the inside of the hoop. I don’t care if anyone else can see me (in fact, maybe in the case of Mr. Pink Panties I would have preferred to be invisible), but it’s sort of scary flinging a hoop passed my face and not being able to visually judge distance between my nose and hard plastic.

Regardless, the night was fun and I even got Miss “I think hoops are dorky” Megasoul to give it a whirl — and she liked it!