A night out for Michelle's birthday. Lots of chatting, drinking, and dancing. A great night. We went to a random kind of strip mall pub to see a band we all know and although it was not the type of bar I would have picked- it was fun.
The crowd was wicked diverse and unrattled from the heat of the summer evening. If anything, I think folks were loving the sweltering weather as the bare legs were in show and most people were drinking cold cold beers.
I danced without one care. I think sometimes even in the middle of like yr most favorite song, even when you might be so transported away- you realize that you are dancing in front of others and panic comes. The moment were you forget how to dance, much like if you think too hard about going down steps you might fall over from brain synapse screwball firings or something.
But that didn't happen last night.
I was a dancing queen.
3 comments:
I know what you mean about dancing being best when you don't think about it. That's obviously why some people need do be drunk to dance (like um - my husband). They are just too aware of how they appear to others. Of course - some people are just really bad dancers (like my husband) - so I cut them some slack on the drunk dancing thing. Actually - now that I think about it, I wrote a whole post about drunk dancing and didn't mention my husband once. Of course I get in trouble for some of the things I choose to write - so it's probably for the best.
All of you look great and it looks like you had a well deserve night of fun!
One day I hope to see you as a dancing queen! xo
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