Dancing Queen

I didnt feel like writing anything in July. I did think about it alot, but to tell you the truth, couldnt be bothered.  I have had a very "different" and unexpected August. Different and unexpected in the fact that I have learned some new things about myself. Well, I dont know if I have really learned anything new persay- but perhaps I have finally been able to admit to myself that there are things about me that are here to stay, whether I want them to or not.

And, instead of ignoring these parts of myself, I am just going to accept them and get on with it.

One of the things is how much I like to dance. I mean..... I really really love dancing.

And I seem to do it whenver, wherever I can. I dont usually stop until the last song is done, and even then it is hard to get me off the dance floor. Especially if there has been alcohol involved. Why this is, I have no idea. ( I may be hanging on to the wall or something for support, but usually it is I am just waiting for more tunes...) Maybe because dancing lets me lose myself for awhile.

I also like to combine dancing with drinking. Imagine that. I feel like Im not supposed to say it outloud for some reason. That I should be more 'evolved' or 'above' it some how. But it is the truth.

I dont know if I am actually a better dancer when I have had a drink or five, but somehow I sort of think I am....which is why there is usually a whole new fancy set of intricate footwork, when I slip into my latin, flamenco combined with river dance - personal style to say the least And every once in awhile, just to make sure I am staying original-  I will throw in a Balinese arm move, contorted and fingers moving in sync, not to mention the head tipped oh so slightly and concentrating on widening those eyelids...This is also to prove how versatile I actually am. And if I am wearing a long skirt- look out- a star is born.

Another thing about me that I have recently discovered is ... I no longer pretend that these occurences havent happened.

In years previous, I wouldn't dare mention them.  I would just carry on like I have for the past 35 years (since I have combined the two, not since I was born) and make sure that I talked about anything but. Maybe If I didnt mention it then it didnt really happen, and people wouldnt judge me...(like I so harshly judged myself).

Well, I have changed my mind. When I do have a night of performer's remorse, (as I now refer to it), I cant wait to call my sister and tell her my latest escapade in being a single middle aged woman who once again has had a small public mishap.

It makes me feel so much better when I can be totally honest with her, not leaving out a detail...and instead of her saying "oh, oh, you shouldnt have done that"- she can relate an equally embarrassing incident, and we end up laughing so hard we cant breathe.

I dont know how many people will think of this as a good thing, but it sure is for me. And hangovers- although not fun, they are certainly real, and when I stop having them from drinking too much, I will really start to worry. I dont want my body to accept all that poison without a fight!

I have also stopped promising that it will never happen again. I used to say that. And it always happened again. And I am willing to bet there are a few more drink and dance evenings in my future. But the good thing is- I can now laugh at it instead of going into self-hatred mode.  I mean,  I am pretty hilarious if I do say so myself.

In tribute, I post this link- which to be honest- makes me look pretty good .
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12d1zyG2ojs

Until my next post which may come under the title of :
Drink & Dial is Dead...Long Live Drink & Facebook