What a weekend! I'm suprised I'm still upright!
This weekend I finally let the inner Pixie out, unleashed the mischief and stuffed the consequences!
By 7pm on Friday I was halfway across Wales with my buddies in the car, Raving up the motorway with the stereo on full blast. When we arrived we parked the car up in a grotty back alley and off we went to find the club. Poor me, given that I hadn't slept on Thursday night I had no idea where I was going to get the energy for a night off clubbing. I was fading fast, 48 hours with no sleep, then a 3 hour drive and the prospect of dancing ino the wee small hours was not nearly as appealing as it had been the day before.
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</center>Martha Graham
Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
Isn't it just!
I used to be a bit of a timid dancer, jiggling my feet, arms unsure of where to go, constantly checking to make sure no one was watching and laughing. Then I realised, everyone else was doing much the same, awkward, selfconscious wiggling. Where's the fun in that?!?!
So, I learned how to bounce! After that there was no looking back! And on Friday night we bounced!
I danced for six hours straight! And it was just what I needed! Excellent DJ's, banging tunes and plenty of space on the dancefloor! Recipe for a fantastic evening! And the only time I stopped dancing was when I was spinning poi. I spun till my fingers blistered and then I spun a bit more.
Aldous Huxley
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
I think my dancing could now be described as inexpressable!
I'm not sure the people in that club quite new what was going on when the Girls from Aberystwyth hit the dancefloor! Arms flinging everywhere, pink, plastic dreds bouncing and legs stopming like stompy things!
One poor bloke even stopped me to ask if we were always that mental! I think he was about to try chatting up my friend but when I replied "yes, all day every day" he sighed and said that he wouldn't be able to keep up!
E. F. Benson
When one is happy there is no time to be fatigued; being happy engrosses the whole attention.
We didn't get home until 4.30 on Saturday afternoon, thoroughly exausted and grinning our heads off.
I fell through my front door and passed out on the bed. Well, I say passed out, it was more like a 3 hour blink. At 8 I got up and went out again! I don't know where I found the energy but I found it from somewhere and I'm glad I did.
Today I feel tired and achey and I have blisters on my fingers and blisters on my feet and I think I may have a compund fracture of the shin from bouncing too much but I really don't care. I had an excellent weekend and I still haven't stopped smiling. It just proves that when you dance like no one's watching and let go of your inhibitions and just get on with having a good time you can find the energy from somewhere!
Never turn down the prospect of having a good time because you think you're too tired!
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yay a smiley pixie = a happy bahv xd