Wednesday, September 29, 2010

....TO A DISCO BEAT

I get to work long before the office fills up. Now that the year is waning, I sit in the dark until the sun comes up into my office window. I sit in the dark, drink my coffee and slowly wake up by blaring Gaydar Radio, London’s gay internet radio station.

This happy Steve time was interrupted this morning by the fire alarm with all its screeching alarms and flashy strobe lights. Well it’s predawn, I’m alone with thirty fire alarm strobe lights flashing and gay house music blaring. What would you? I grabbed my highlighters to use and glow sticks and ran to the hall way and danced to the upbeat disco. The strobes flashing to the bass beat.

It was fun. Dancing alone under the disco lights, having Alex Baker as my personal DJ. Until the fire inspector snuck up behind me.

“Uh, are you okay sir?”

“Christ! Sorry, yeah I’m okay.”

“Maybe you should head outside. It’s just a test but maybe some air would do you good.”

Six o’clock in the morning and I’ve already brought shame to myself and to our people.

9 comments:

  1. Let the music play
    He won't get away
    Just keep the groove
    And then he'll come back to you again
    (Let it play)
    Let the music play
    He won't get away
    This groove he can't ignore
    He won't leave you anymore
    No, no, no ...

    I'll run and get the cocktails !

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  2. You are so adorable. I just want to take you home, put you in a collar and make you sit in the corner so you don't bother all night.

    Hmmm, that was supposed to be funny, but it sounds mean.

    Ok, you can romp & play & dance to "Can You Forgive Her?"

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  3. LOL Scooter!

    "At first I was afraid,I was petrified..."

    Shame? Au contraire!

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  4. It's Stevie Time... can't touch this...

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  5. Shame? No! You've brought fun! Energy! Originality! A nice bum!

    to proceedings.

    Stay happy, dear Stevie B.

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  6. I. Am. DYING!

    The only thing funnier is if ended up dancing w/you.

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  7. Well, once a coworker caught me singing a showtune at work at the top of my lungs on a Saturday.

    I didn't think anyone was in the place.

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