Inside the mind of a Mer

I want to go dancing. Anyone know where to go dancing in Manhattan on a Wednesday? Preferably with no or low cover and starting at a reasonable hour, so I can be home and asleep by 12:30, with good music and not too many sleazy guys hitting on me?

Me neither.

Oh wait, there’s new Angel tonight, isn’t there? Never mind.

Anyone know where to go dancing in Manhattan from 6-8:30, or after 10?

The government owes me a lot of money. This makes me cheerful. Whoo hoo for deducting the massive loss that was Buffycon.

I need to mail my taxes. I need to pay bills. I need to alphabetize my books. I need to ask akkasha to ask her husband to come over and free the data from my old computers so I can throw them away. I need to pick up my laundry and drop off my other laundry and make my bed and buy paper napkins and cat food and bread. I need to read cancer brochures.

I want to go dancing.

Tonight's Angel

( Spoilers for everything that aired tonight only, including promos and scenes from next week )

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Thought on the bus tonight:

I want to start a store named Flattery. It will have only flat shoes. Flat dress shoes. Flat boots. Cool casual flats that you can walk and stand in that don't look ugly and clumpy and styleless.

The tag line will be "Flattery will get you everywhere".

The ad campaign will be things like "It was a nice day, so Felicia decided to walk home" with a picture of a beautiful cottage in the middle of the countryside, or a beautiful woman in totally impractical shoes sadly waving goodbye to a beautiful man and a the caption "At that moment, Samantha vowed she would never have to turn down a tango again." We will put up posters all over the city saying things like "I walked home from here, could you?"

I am a retail genius. Someone give me a lot of money, quick! I can put it next to Small World (clever small household stuff for apartment dwellers), and my imaginary fat chick mall, Actual Size.

Mer